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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hello you wonderful, WONDERFUL creation of brilliance! I have another request for the 1k if thats alright.

I think it would be two ghosts?? But its reader x remus (again) where she know hes a werewolf without being told and uses halloween to tell/show him because she can see how guilty he feels for not telling her and scared to tell her.

How/why she knows and how she tells him is up to you love!!

Thank you love x (hopefully that's coherent, toddlers suck and ive only slept 3hrs 😭)

Thanks for requesting (and omg, I hope the toddler(s) become more manageable) <3

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Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus comes to the door looking endearingly rumpled. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair is fluffy from lying in bed all day, and his pillowcase has left a faintly pink crease on his cheek. You gather all this from the split second between him opening the door and promptly shutting it in your face.

“Remus?” you knock again. “Come on, let me in.”

After a moment in which you can picture him sighing laboriously on the other side, the door cracks open just wide enough for you to see one eye, narrowed with displeasure. Were it anyone else or under any other circumstances, you’d really be quite offended. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You hold up your bag. “I didn’t think you’d want to face the slew of trick-or-treaters bound for your house alone. I brought movies for us and candy for them. Or, well, the candy can be for both, actually.”

Remus is silent for a moment, and you press at the door insistently. “Let me in, Rem.”

He capitulates with a sigh, stepping back to let the door fall open. His apartment is dark, every curtain drawn, and it takes your eyes a second to adjust after stepping out of the sunlight. There’s half a dozen empty takeout containers strewn about the coffee table, and the space has the stale aroma that comes from lack of movement.

Remus has that aroma, too, you realize as you step closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek regardless. He looks like he could use it.

“Sorry about the mess,” he says dully. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Course you weren’t,” you wave him off. “How could you have been? You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Remus closes his eyes as if this conversation is already too much for him, and you feel instantly guilty.

“It’s okay, honey,” you say gently, stacking the takeout containers to clear some space for your candy. “You’re allowed to take some time to yourself. It’d be nice if you’d let me know in the future, but I’m not upset at you. I promise.”

His features relax slightly, a tension you’d barely noticed around his eyes easing. “Thanks, love. Sorry.”

“It’s really alright,” you promise, taking him by the hand to pull him down onto the couch with you. “Listen, you seem like you’re not feeling well, so I know you might not want company right now, but would you be open to just having a relaxing night? We can watch Halloween movies and eat sweets, and I’ll handle all the trick-or-treaters.”

“Yeah?” Remus looks at you with something between hope and sadness, and your heart breaks for him. You squeeze his hand lightly, like your boyfriend is a sponge that you can squeeze all the woe out of and force to absorb your love instead. “That sounds really nice, dove. Thank you.”

“Course,” you say brightly, and you’re unable to resist pressing your lips to his cheek again before you turn back to your bag, laying your small collection of movies on the table. “Okay, we have some options.”

Remus hums. “Well, there’s Halloween, the obvious choice.”

“But too obvious?” you muse. “I mean, we definitely have time to watch more than one, but we only get to watch these at a certain time of year, love. Let’s not be hasty.” He chuckles, and your heart flutters. “I know The Exorcist is a classic, but it might be too scary for me, honestly. Um…Dracula is good…oh! This one’s my favorite.”

Remus looks to where you’re pointing. “The Werewolf of Washington?”

You pretend you don’t hear the slightly hoarse quality of his voice. “Yup! It’s so funny, and I like that it’s technically a Halloween movie even though werewolves aren’t really scary.”

He pauses. “You don’t think so?”

You do your best to appear blasé, knowing you have to tread carefully here. “No, of course not,” you say, as if the mere idea is foolish. “I mean, they’re dangerous, sure, but as people, they don’t really mean any harm. It’s not their fault.”

Remus is being oddly quiet, and you babble on anxiously.

“If I were a werewolf, I’d hope my friends wouldn’t care about me any less. It’s not like it’s me, it’s just something I have to deal with once a month. I mean, would you stop loving me if I turned out to be a werewolf?”

“No,” Remus says slowly, eyes narrowed to the point where they’re just amber. The circles under his eyes look really dark, you note with concern. You wonder if he hasn’t been sleeping. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”

You take a breath, gnawing on your lip. “I think it’s more about if there’s anything you want to tell me.”

He slouches into the cushions, features slackening in resignation. “Seems like you already know.”

“I’m sorry to do it this way,” you say genuinely, grateful that he hasn’t pulled his hand from your grip as you run your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. “I know it’s your secret, and you should get to tell anyone whenever you like, but I’ve known for awhile, and when James told me how down you’ve been this week—”

“What,” Remus says sharply, “did James say exactly.”

“He only told me that you were sick. I asked if you might like a visitor, and he said he thought you’d rather be alone.” Remus sighs, tipping his head back against the couch. You can see the strain of the upcoming full moon on his face, his features pale and gaunt.

“He didn’t have to tell me, honey,” you say quietly. “I guessed on my own. I know it’s a big deal, and I’m sure it’s been a massive burden for you." You run your thumb tenderly over the dark circles under his eyes. “I just wish you wouldn’t assume it’d be a burden to me, too. Give me some credit here, Lupin.”

You feel his cheek twitch as he resists a smile, however small.

“I don’t care, you know,” you go on, emboldened. “I just want to be there for you. It’s killed me not being there for you every month. I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Remus opens his eyes, and your heart swells at the fondness in his gaze, even if it's mingled with wariness.

“Would you watch some movies with me, please?” you ask enticingly. “Or we can nap, or just sit here. Whatever you want to do.”

“You sure you want to stick around?” he asks, and you know he’s talking about more than just tonight. “This time of the month is not pleasant. I’m not pleasant.”

You let your hand slide from his face down to his shoulder, rubbing delicately. “I don’t need you to be pleasant,” you tell him. “I just need you to let me be here.”

Remus sighs. “Alright, but we’re watching Halloween. That werewolf movie is shit.”

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crushedsweets · 7 months

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WWHAT WUD THE CREEPS DO 4 HALLOWEEN I MUST KNOW

anon... yes i like this. general disclaimer this is tailored to my au !! stuff under cut

toby likes it, thinks its fun and stuff. he's not the type to dress up beyond like, maybe a jacket and a mask or whatever, but he'll go and buy(steal) stupid ass halloween decorations from spirit or the dollar store. there r several mini skeletons sitting around his cabin. he treats it like elf on the shelf, but. . . skeletons... def will sit around and watch scary movies with a bag of halloween candy . totally carves pumpkins with whoever will do it with him

tim wouldnt really want to do much cuz he's just tired, but he probably would put out a small little pumpkin and bowl of candy outside his door. he's in an apartment so he doesnt really get trick or treaters. will prob buy some candy after halloween so its on sale

brians so annoying omfg(lovingly) he'd buy a fake arm, blood, and wig and stick it in his trunk so it looks like an arm is sticking out. yall know what im talking about. him and tim share an apartment so he'd prob try to actually put something simple around it, like some plastic pumpkins, but nothing really big. he is also a grown man with no kids, so he doesnt find himself going all out for these things

natalie. ok i recently made it where she's either already a tattoo artist, or learning to be a tattoo artist or whatever, but i could see her and some coworkers setting up the shop all halloweeny. she's so fucking tall that they'd just call her over for all the spider web stuff. she thinks its fun and she likes halloween a lot so it's cool. she'd get a huge kick out of doing halloween tattoos during october too. goes and hangs out with toby/nina for it

nina goes to parties . she HAS to get a whole new costume for every party. its super wasteful but she doesnt care all that matters is shes sexy. every year without fail she is a sexy gothic vampire for one of the parties. she works at hot topic, BUT she'd absofuckinglutely get a second job at spirit halloween for october. she's a creepy galll... def sets her apartment up super cutely, brings toby and nat over so they can carve pumpkins with her, tries to dress them up, etc. tons of halloween posts on her social medias too LOL shes so cute

jeff would prob also go to more like... weirder ( ?) parties with creeps and scary people roaming around just doing crazy shit. warehouse shit. prob finds someone to bring home and kill. he thinks its fun, its easier to just go about his days looking the way he does, he loves scaring the fucking shit out of people. doesnt decorate or wear costumes though, says its cringe LMFAO. hates how hyped nina is about it

jane and mary would totally decorate, but in a much more.. ? elegant ? way. like those tall skinny candles, swap out their doormat for something halloween themed, really nicely done pumpkins for some reason. jane would want to host a cute little halloween dinner for uni friends. probably just gets simple costumes, like she'd put on a witch hat and black dress and thats all, but its cute. takes sally (and ben, if sally asks him to come) trick or treating.

sally draws tons of drawings, loves disney halloween marathons, paints on pumpkins(doesnt like the smell of gutting them), etc. she'd decorate with jane cuz she lives w her. she loves it so much but she still gets scared of the animatronic things at stores and stuff LOL. begs ben to trick or treat w her. really embarrassing for ben

ben wouldnt do much besides like. he'd get worse w his internet trolling (scaring the fucking shit out of teens on the internet), start doing more actual hauntings bc nobody will believe his victims during october which means slender wont find out he's doing it. he would not want to go trick or treating..but he'd go with sally with a pillow case and he'd try to awkwardly stand further back but the ppl at the door would always b like 'aw dont be shy come here!' LOL

jack doesnt celebrate it, his family didnt really celebrate it much when he was human so he doesnt do it now. he does get kinda sad during holiday season though, cuz of obvious reasons, but halloween isnt the strongest Pain for him

liu is so fucking miserable theres no way. jk he'd set out like, some pumpkins and maybe get one of those lights that project ghosts onto his garage, but he wouldnt want to go all out or do anything to the inside of his house. jeff really liked halloween when he was younger so its kinda like ouch but he's getting overit. i guess. . .

kate doesnt..celebrate anything........ but when she does occasionally visit the cabin, maybe for food or a shower, and she sees toby decorated, she'd be happy to see it. she's kinda unsettling to be around, but she'd sit down and watch a movie with him in silence. then bring a massive bag of candy to the mine w her w/o telling toby. he just had to cope

ann and lulu dont do anything in the hospital. they dont really have any concept of time........... or the resources to decorate... and they dont get any trick or treaters... cuz theyre...stuck in an abandoned hospital in the woods . . . yeah..

ty for ask anoni like this one. very simple but very sweet

#asks #creepypasta fanart #creeped #ticci toby #clockwork creepypasta #god i dont wanan tag #i give up #nina the killer #ill do my 3 and thats it.

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oddballwriter · 2 years

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What You and the MH & EMH Guys do for Halloween

Summary: It’s the best holiday of the year, what are you and the MH and EMH guys doing?

Warnings: HABIT is here, mentions of murder, and vandalism

Relationship: Can be seen as either romantic or platonic

Author’s Snip: Happy Halloween y’all! I hope you guys have fun tonight and stay safe. Idk what you guys have planned but I hope you have fun either way and eat lots of candy.

Notes: The only fun and interesting ones are Tim, Brian, Evan, and HABIT. Also I didn’t proof read this.

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Marble Hornets

Jay

You guys have a sleep over and watch movies

I would say that you always do that

Shhhh this time its special cause it’s Halloween and now you’re watching spooky and halloween movies

You have candy if someone knocks but for the most part you guys are left alone to enjoy your movie marathon

You guys just keep on watching the movies till you two fall asleep

He seems like he doesn’t get too into halloween but still likes it (cause who tf doesn’t?)

Tim

He seems like his favorite season is fall but he’s not one to really participate in halloween since he’s never really done so before

I’d say that you two do the same thing as Jay and watch movies but I have one idea

Maybe you guys can watch around the neighborhood and see all the houses that decorated, I know that that’s a Christmas thing but people decorate for halloween too so why not do that for halloween too?

I mostly feel like he’ll just do what you wanna do while hanging out with you on halloween

I feel like he could have a nice time carving some pumpkins and passing out candy while talking on your porch

You guys will defiantly eat most of the candy

He’ll honestly just vibe

Brian

He looks the type who loves to hand out candy cause he likes seeing all the people in their neat costumes and also can carve a whole bunch of pumpkins

He does seem one to go and crash a halloween party or two as well

So it’s either sitting out and giving candy and carving a whole bunch of pumpkins or trying to sneak into a party around the block

It’s fine. It’s Brian. Everyone likes and knows Brian

Alex

You guys are also watching movies but y’all are watching the classics and vintage ones like Dracula, Frankenstein, all that

He’s a film student, what did you expect?

He will not shut up though. And that’s okay. he gets passionate cause this is what he wants to do for a career

But he will shut up if you’ve never seen the movie cause he wants you to see it

Alex Kralie, you’re a film dork, we love you

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

He goes all out on halloween

I firmly believe that he’s one of those people who absolutely love Halloween and does everything through out the entire day

You guys will watch all the classics, both vintage and modern. But not in the way Alex does. It’s just cause he’s a horror nerd

While watching the movies, you guys are probably also carving pumpkins

Like he put a tarp in the living room so that pumpkin guts don’t get on the carpet

You guys do pass out candy to trick-or-treaters but I feel like he will get bored

You guys looking for houses who just left a bowl out with a sign and take a handful of the candy

You don’t take the whole bowl though

Don’t do that to the kids, think about the children /lh

... Y’all probably egged someone’s driveway. But only their driveway cause it’s easier to clean by just hosing it down in the morning

Idk he just seems like he’d do that or some light hearted halloween prank

Vinny

Vinny looks like he is the person who sets a bowl of candy outside and puts a sign that says take two and then does whatever

He’s definitely gonna get his house egged

Jeff

Yet another movie and candy passing person

HABIT

He tried to convince you that it’s a perfect night to commit a murder and that you two should do that

He’ll just straight up explain that if you guys do it in a discreet location then people will think that the screams are someone playing a prank and that the blood on you is part of some costume

Hell maybe no one will know that the body is real unless they get up close and even then might think that it’s some drunk passed out and their buddies thought it would be funny to put fake blood on them

You obviously tell him that that’s not an option for you and he’ll just go “Fine. Party pooper. >:(”

He’ll sneak away and do it by himself because it’s HABIT

He will however suggest you do one thing if committing murder isn’t something you’re up for

And that’s genuinely egging and tp-ing someone house

Not just the drive way

No no. This man bought a bunch of eggs and toilet paper to ruin a house with

Y’all don’t even know who’s house this is (it’s probably Vinny’s lol)

He honestly just wants to commit a crime with you

#marble hornets #everymanhybrid #slenderverse #alex kralie #jay merrick #tim wright #brian thomas #mh tim #mh jay #mh brian #mh alex #vinny everyman #evan myers #jeff koval #emh habit #emh vinny #emh evan #emh jeff

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wazzupmrstark · 2 years

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no nut november 4.0 || th x reader

summary: …..tom takes the no nut november bet with harrison (2k21 edition)

warnings: swearing, smut 18+ (additional warnings under the cut)

word Count: 3k

2018 || 2019 || 2020 || masterlist || ko-fi

additional warnings: switch!tom, edging, masturbation, thigh riding

“Please.”

You smirked down at your boyfriend, whose hands were cuffed to the headboard of your bed, and lifted your chin expectantly.

“Please, what?”

“Please, baby,” he whimpered.

“Not exactly what I was looking for,” you mused, dropping your hand by your side.

Tom pulled against the restraints helplessly, big brown eyes staring up at you desperately. He looked so pretty like this. His face was flushed pink with embarrassment and exertion, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead. He was achingly hard, cock throbbing against his stomach, precum dripping from the tip onto his pale skin.

You had been edging him for the past two hours and he was reaching his breaking point. It wasn’t often that Tom let you have control in the bedroom, but when he did you took full advantage.

And maybe it had something to do with you dressing up as Sexy Velma from Scooby Doo 2 for Halloween and quoting the “who’s your mommy” line as soon as you stepped into the living room, but you couldn’t be sure.

He had dragged you to the bedroom the moment you ran out of candy to give to trick-or-treaters and kneeled on the hardwood floor, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes before asking if he could eat you out.

Now hours later here he was, coming undone under your touch. You almost felt bad as you watched the tears well up in his eyes, but you reminded yourself of how many times you’d been in the exact same position and he wasn’t near as lenient as you.

You pumped his cock a couple more times, pulling away when he tried to take control of the pace and fucked up into your hand.

“Please, please let me cum,” he begged.

“Mmmm, not tonight, baby boy,” you tsked. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Tom opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again as if he thought better of it.

“Only good boys get to cum, isn’t that right, Tommy?”

“Yes, that’s right. I can be good!”

“I’m sure you can, but it’s getting late.” You turned to look at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to you. “It’s almost midnight and we both have to work tomorrow. Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll let you cum tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow-”

“What did I say?”

You could see the anger etching its way into his features, but he pushed it back, still eager to please in case you changed your mind.

“You don’t want to hear it.”

“That’s right. Now let’s get you cleaned up before we go to bed.”

Tom was already gone when you woke up the next morning. You smirked to yourself as you stretched out in the empty bed. You weren’t fucking around this year.

The night before had gone off without a hitch and you had Tom right where you wanted him. It had been your plan all along to rile him up on October 31st so that by the time midnight rolled around on November 1st he was already at a disadvantage in the No Nut November game.

You knew he was making that stupid bet with Harrison again. Harrison’s girlfriend had mentioned it in passing- about how sore she was because Haz was essentially trying to cum as many times as he could before November to prepare for the dry season.

That was when you began planning. Your boyfriend, as lovely as he was, really fucked you over the last few years. You figured it was about time to give him a dose of his own medicine.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You slammed the front door, obviously something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Tom insisted as he kicked off his shoes in the entryway.

“Did something happen at work?”

“No, work was fine,” he snapped. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed at him in disbelief, rolling your eyes behind his back. If he was already this frustrated on the first day of November, you didn’t know how you were going to survive the next four weeks- or however long he ended up lasting this time.

Tom sighed, and turned to you. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, no it’s not. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said earnestly, kissing him on the cheek, then the jaw, then the neck. “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.”

Tom pulled away from you suddenly, shaking his head. “I-I can’t, baby. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation as if you didn’t already know why he was turning you down.

“It’s November.” You blinked dumbly, wanting him to spell it out for you. “And my friends and I are doing No Nut November again-”

“Oh! That’s right!” you gasped. “There are more people participating this year?”

“Yeah, Tuwaine is, I think Jacob might be... and some of the guys from golf.”

“Sounds like you’ve got some competition this year.”

Tom sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a long fucking month.”

You frowned. “Sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine, I-” he paused, narrowing his eyes at you from behind the wirey frames of his glasses. “You’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be?”

“I dunno, you usually are.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it mad...”

“Last year you yelled at Harrison in the middle of a hotel hallway about how upset you were over the bet. I’m pretty sure you woke up the whole floor.”

“Fine, maybe in the previous years I was a little annoyed, but I expected it this year. I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Really?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not... planning anything?” You shook your head in response, fingers crossed behind your back. “You’re not even going to try and tempt me like you usually do?”

“I don’t have enough energy for that.”

He looked like he didn’t believe you, but ultimately let it go. Little did he know you wouldn’t have to lift a finger to get him to break this time. He was already wrapped around your finger.

“Are you hungry, baby?” you asked, changing the subject. “I can order us pizza.”

He broke into a smile, and nodded. “I’m starving.”

You were patient. One week passed, then two. You stayed true to your word. You kept to yourself, only kissed Tom when you were saying goodbye or goodnight, and even wore pants to bed. And you waited.

Tom wasn’t a very patient person in general, even less so when he was sexually frustrated. It was evident in the way he cursed to himself whilst going over lines, in the way he had started going on long runs each morning despite the November chill, in the way he would catch himself staring at you even when you weren’t doing anything worth staring at. He woke up painfully hard every single day and would spend at least half an hour in the shower underneath the cold water, willing his erection to subside.

Ironically, you used the same shower in a completely opposite way. When you felt yourself craving something a little more intimate than the chaste kisses and short embraces, you resorted to taking long showers, muffling your moans with one of your hands as you used the other to try and relieve the arousal burning in your stomach. It wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t even make yourself cum very hard because you knew you couldn’t make a lot of noise, and weren’t good at being quiet in bed.

“Angel, you’ve been in there a while, are you okay?”

You didn’t happen to hear your sweet boyfriend calling for you through the door, seeing as you were preoccupied with your hand between your legs, bracing yourself against the tile wall as you fantasized about him being the one to make you feel good.

You pictured yourself blindfolded on all fours with Tom fucking you from behind, whispering dirty words into your ear. He’d tease you by slowing down every time you got close and-

You whimpered his name accidentally. You clapped a hand over your mouth as soon as the word slipped past your lips, but it was too late.

“What’s wrong- oh shit, sorry!” He covered his eyes and backed into the wall. “Fuck-”

“Sorry! Sorry!” you cried, yanking your hand away and shutting off the water.

You grabbed your towel from the hook on the door and hurriedly dried off, wrapping it around your body as you followed Tom into the bedroom.

He was pacing the floor with a hand over his mouth, staring at the ground.

“Baby, I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to-”

“You were in the shower for so long, I thought you were sick or something! I called your name asking if you were okay!”

“Obviously I didn’t hear you!”

“I know, you were clearly too busy.”

“Are you... mad?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “You usually don’t care if I masturbate.”

“Yeah, while I’m gone! I was right here in the bedroom, you could have just asked me for help!”

“I was trying to be considerate!”

“What does that even mean?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” he scoffed. “Enlighten me, please.”

“Your bet!”

“What about my bet?”

“There’s still like two weeks left of November. You’re not supposed to cum.”

Tom took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Baby, it’s really sweet that you’re concerned about my bet, but you don’t need to do all of this just for me. It’s not worth it.”

You stuck your bottom lip out into a pout. “I thought you wanted to win.”

“I do! But not so much that I’m neglecting you. If I had known how needy you were I would’ve helped!”

“How was I supposed to know that? Two years ago we had a written list of rules, one of which was to not masturbate in front of you!”

“I-” he paused. “Yeah, and that was two years ago. I was weaker then.” You pursed your lips, but didn’t comment. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I never said that.”

“Your face said it for you- not to mention your actions! You’ve been masturbating in the shower, hiding from me all because you think I’m going to pop a boner and cum my pants like a comp sci major who’s never seen boobs before.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, I just didn’t want to make the bet harder for you by fingering myself in front of you-”

“You were fingering yourself?”

“What did you think I was doing in there?”

“I was trying not to think about it.”

“I feel like you’re proving my point right now.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you. “The bet doesn’t involve you, so I can still make you feel good. As long as I don’t cum.”

“So fucking me is out of the question, then.”

“Obviously.”

“I just- are you sure about this?”

“Yes, baby. I want to make you feel good.” He seemed to think for a moment before propping himself up on the bed, using pillows to support his back. “Why don’t you ride my thigh?”

Your pulse quickened at the mere thought and you gulped, pressing your legs together discreetly.

“Do you want me to?” you asked.

“Fuck yeah, I want you to. What kind of question is that?”

You chuckled and hesitantly let go of your towel, letting it fall to the floor. Tom sucked in a breath, pupils dilating immediately at the sight of your naked body. You felt your cheeks grow warm as his gaze traveled lower and lower. He licked his lips absentmindedly and beckoned you closer with a flick of his fingers.

You approached the bed and climbed on his lap, slotting his right thigh between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and looked to him for direction.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “I missed this.”

“I missed it too.”

You shivered as he ran a hand down your back, letting his fingers ghost over your spine until they came to rest on your ass.

“Did you make yourself cum in the shower just now?”

You shook your head shyly, unable to meet his eyes. “I wasn’t able to before you... but I almost did, I was s-so close. I wanted it so bad.”

“I know, darling. I can feel you soaking through my joggers already.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“You know you never need to apologize for that,” Tom assured you. “Besides, I know you can never make yourself feel quite as good as I can.”

You nodded again in agreement and started to rock yourself back and forth on his thigh, angling your hips so that the material of his pants created friction against your clit. You moaned softly and let your head fall back.

“Poor baby, so desperate.” Tom pressed a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder, rubbing comforting circles on your back as he watched you ride his thigh. “I can’t imagine how many times you’ve made yourself cum wishing it was me.”

“I lost count,” you whined pathetically.

“That checks out.”

Tom began flexing his thigh underneath you- as well as he could manage in his position- and you shuddered, leaning into him. He met you halfway and took one of your tits into his mouth, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth and then soothing the mark with his tongue.

“God, I missed your mouth,” you groaned.

He chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your body and making you curse. You were still sensitive from the shower so it didn’t surprise you when you felt pressure building in your abdomen, already threatening to explode.

You could feel Tom’s cock hardening against your knee, but he was ignoring it to focus on you. A little thought in the back of your mind told you that this was a bad idea. Tom hadn’t cum in almost three weeks and he was easily set off as it was- and that was without taking into account the way you’d edged him on Halloween. You were starting to feel guilty about that. Here Tom was, risking losing No Nut November to make you feel good all while you’d been plotting behind his back. But you reminded yourself that this was revenge. Tom had insisted he’d be fine anyway. He could hold out... maybe.

“And I missed your tits.”

You rolled your eyes. “So romantic.”

He smirked. “Why do you think I play so many leading men?”

“Oh so Arvin Russell and Peter Parker are casanovas? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Shut up,” he growled.

“You first.”

Tom brought his hands to your hips, helping you find a good rhythm. He could tell you were getting tired so he tried bouncing his leg on the mattress to help get you there. His brows were furrowed in concentration and you could see that he was struggling not to grind against you.

“I want you so bad you have no idea,” he panted.

“I think I have somewhat of an idea,” you quipped, nudging his cock with your knee.

“Very funny.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you close?”

You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut. “I’m so close, Tom- fuck!”

He pinched your clit between his fingertips a couple of times, coaxing you over the edge.

“Baby, I-I, I’m gonna- I’m gonna,” you tried to warn him, but you were too far gone to string the words together. Thankfully your boyfriend was well-versed in your gibberish and understood instantly.

“That’s it, darling. Cum all over my thigh,” he encouraged.

You nearly screamed as it hit you, and you bit Tom’s shoulder to muffle it.

“Fuck!” he shouted, going completely rigid underneath you.

You froze in panic, abandoning your pleasure as your cunt still clenched helplessly around nothing, and lifted your head to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Did you just...”

He grimaced, eyes closed and body trembling from the aftershocks. “Yeah.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed and scrambled off of his lap.

Tom’s gray sweats were completely ruined, from the inside out. There was a wet patch on his thigh from where you’d been riding it, and another where his crotch was. You could still see his cock twitching pathetically through the fabric.

“It’s not your fault, baby. It’s mine.”

“I mean, it’s kind of my fault,” you argued. “I bit you... and also kind of sabotaged you.”

“What?”

“Do you remember Halloween? When I edged you for like two or three hours?”

Tom’s eyes widened in realization. “You didn’t-”

“Not letting you cum the day before November started may or may not have been intentional. I wanted you to start the month off at a disadvantage so you’d lose. I, uh, didn’t expect you to offer to get me off. I’m really sorry, Tom.”

You expected him to be furious. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he was. But instead of storming out or giving you the silent treatment or doing anything that would indicate he was upset, he started laughing. You took a nervous step back, unsure of whether that was a good or a bad thing.

“That’s really smart,” he admitted.

“You- you’re not mad?”

He shook his head and smirked. “No, I’m not. I should’ve seen it coming, honestly. I’ve put you through No Nut November so many times already. It was about time you got me back.”

“But it was mean of me!”

“I mean, I can’t argue with that. But I arguably deserved it.” He looked you up and down, trying to hide his impressed grin. “I can’t believe it. Who knew my girlfriend was such a conniving little brat?”

You returned his smile and climbed back onto his lap. You tilted his chin up with the tips of your fingers, leaning down to kiss him. You broke away a moment later, admiring your boyfriend’s wrecked state.

“Pretty sure you already knew that.”

“I might have.”

Tom wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you close.

“I’m sorry for making you lose No Nut November,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay, baby. You already apologized.”

“I know, but still...” you trailed off and slipped your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. “Let me make it up to you?”

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noodlecupcakeswritingshorror · 3 years

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Use You (Michael MyersxReader)

Summary: Its Halloween night. Michael catches a glimpse of you changing and knows he has to have you.

Warnings: Smut, Sex, No female orgasm, Knife play, Choking, Dub con, Rough sex, A lil voyuerism, NSFW

Michael Myers stared out his bedroom window at Haddonfield, just as he had done as a boy. Across the street was your home, your childhood home that you’d lived in all your life, your bedroom in plain view of Michael’s window. You knew about his rampage in 1978, you’d been just a kid when it happened, but the event had fascinated you ever since. How could it not when it had happened right across the street, so close to home? You’d longed to see Michael face to face, up close and personal. To be able to look him in the eyes. You didn’t know why; you knew you likely wouldn’t survive the encounter, but there was something about him you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You had heard about the outbreak and that Michael was loose once more, already having killed and put others in hospital. You stood in your bedroom, having just changed for bed in a black silk nightdress in plain view of the Myers house. In plain view of Michael. His head tilted as he watched you change into the silk dress. You felt as if you were being watched, looking out the window for any signs of a culprit. The street was empty, so you glanced at the windows from the houses across the street, also empty. Shrugging off the feeling, you headed back downstairs to make sure all the doors were locked. It was too late for anymore trick or treaters and most of the town were rallying together to fight Michael, so for once it was nice and quiet.

You planned on getting comfy in bed with an old horror movie and the leftover Halloween candy. Until you noticed the back door was open a crack. Dread filled you at the realization that you hadn’t left it like that, that somebody could be in your house. All you could hope was this was some kind of Halloween prank rather than an intruder. But just to be on the safe side, you reached for your knife block only to notice the largest one missing. And you knew it wasn’t in the sink as you’d ordered takeout for dinner. Swallowing thickly and gathering some courage, you grabbed the next biggest one.

Logic told you to call the police instead of investigating, but most of the police were out dealing with Michael Myers and likely wouldn’t have the manpower to send someone round. You closed the back door so nobody else could get inside before cautiously investigating the ground floor of your home. The tension was ramping up, and you were sure any small noise would make you jump out of your skin. The ground floor was clear, so you went back out into the hall ready to search upstairs only to find the intruder stood at the opposite end.

Michael Myers was in your house, stood a mere few feet from you. And you were an odd mixture of terrified and excited. You knew you should run, but you couldn’t will your feet to move. Michael watched you a few moments longer, the knife from your knife block in his hand. Finally, he approached until he was looming over you. “Michael-“ you started. He cut you off as he raised the knife. This was it; you were a goner. You tensed, preparing yourself for the pain.

Instead, Michael sliced through the flimsy strap of your nightdress before tearing the garment from your body. Before you had the chance to cover yourself or protest, he grabbed you by the back of your head and shoved you face first against the nearest wall. The blow stunned you momentarily, pain flaring across your forehead and nose. Thankfully, nothing was broken, but that still didn’t put your mind at ease. Michael cocked his head as he looked at your naked form, ghosting the tip of the blade down your spine. The sensation had you shivering, but you weren’t sure if it was in fear or arousal.

Your life was in his hands, he could easily snuff you out like a candle if he wanted and you were helpless to do anything. You knew begging would be useless. Michael kept his hand in your hair and pushed against the wall before using his other hand to unzip his boiler suit. You frowned at the sound before you felt something thick and blunt pressed against your wet centre. Michael pushed into you, a low grunt coming from the mask. The moan that left your lips surprised you, as did the delicious stretch of his cock. Michael didn’t give you time to adjust, fucking into you hard and fast. This was about his pleasure, not yours. You were just a tool for his pleasure, his release.

You moaned, watching the masked man use you from the corner of your eye. The hand in your hair moved down, now wrapping around your throat from the front. Your back arched, pressing your rear further against him. His large hand squeezed, and you wondered if this was how you were going to die instead. It would be better than being stabbed and slashed to pieces, that was for sure. You were thankful when he stopped applying pressure to your neck, still able to somewhat breathe. All you could do was mewl and whimper as you hurtled towards an orgasm.

Michael's hips continued to slam and smack against yours, his breathing heavy behind the mask. Without warning, he stilled, his warm seed filling you before he completely pulled away. You stayed where you were, afraid your next move might be your last, only able to pant and shiver from the cold. Michael re-zipped his boiler suit before his heavy footsteps headed to the kitchen. You heard the back door open and close. Only then did you deem it safe enough to move. He was gone. And by some miracle, he had allowed you to survive.

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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By the Light of the Moon

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Ghostly Stroll

Walking through a graveyard on Halloween, what a cliché. Happy Spooktober

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warning: Potential Crying, Mentions of Death

1358 words

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The moonlight shown through the cloudy sky, reflecting in the small puddles left on the paved, damp road.

Aelin liked stepping in those puddles.

She would huff a laugh every time her boot fell in the shallow water, creating rippling distortions to the light before it calmed and mirrored the moon once more. She liked the feeling of the stray droplets of water splashing against her foot.

Rowan didn’t comment, simply shook his head fondly and rolled his eyes with each passing puddle.

There was a chill in the air as a soft, crisp breeze blew through the trees. Aelin listened to the rustling of leaves—the ones that were left anyway, seeing as most had already turned shades of crimson, ochre, and toffee, before blanketing the ground.

As a particularly strong gust of wind lifted strands of Aelin’s blonde hair, now shimmering in the moonlight, Rowan reached across with the arm not entwined with hers and gently tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture and leaned closer to her husband, savoring the feeling of her shoulder pressing into his and smiling again as he turned his head to kiss the top of her head.

“This is nice.” She said quietly, “don’t you think?”

“Which part?” he asked, facing her and meeting her blue and gold gaze.

Aelin didn’t answer him right away, instead enjoying their peaceful stroll along the empty road. She pushed a stray silver lock back from his face. “The breeze.” She smiled as sounds filtered from houses out towards the road. “The echoes of strangers telling stories. The smell of a fire and roasting marshmallows.” Aelin caught and held Rowan’s gaze. “Walking this beautiful night with you.”

They kept walking, not in a hurry to get anywhere but just enjoying each other’s company. “It is nice, Fireheart. It’s the best time of year.”

Aelin smiled again as she caught the faint sounds of children giggling as the last, straggling trick-or-treaters collected their candy before returning home. She squeezed Rowan’s arm, keeping pace with him as they strolled farther down the road, enjoying the fresh October air.

“My favorite.” She agreed.

They walked along the familiar road for a while more before the houses disappeared and gave way to a large plot of land housing graves, tombstones, and mausoleums.

Aelin turned to grin at Rowan, and he knew exactly what she was going to say.

“It’s Halloween.” She said as if that was question and answer enough. He supposed it was, but Rowan raised a brow, and she rolled her eyes before amending, “Halloween, All Hallows Eve, Samhain—the sentiment’s the same. But we’re here,” she looked toward the graveyard for a long moment before insisting, “we can’t not go in.”

“Walking through a graveyard on Halloween,” he muttered dryly, but followed her lead as they passed through the creaky metal gate. Its not like he would say no to this, or to her. “What a cliché.”

Aelin snorted and met his amused stare with her own. “You say that like we don’t do this every year.”

The front of the graveyard mostly held newer burials, all polished headstones and fresh flowers. The farther back they walked, the older the dates on the stone became. The organization also became more haphazard the further back they roamed. Near the gate the plaques and stones had been lined up in neat rows, but as asphalt turned into cobblestone turned into grass-covered paths, the headstones were placed at odd angles and spaced at random.

“Hmm” Aelin contemplated, halting in front of a new-looking stone and glancing at the dates.

“No, not again, Fireheart.” Rowan groaned, knowing his wife too well.

“I’m going to say that this woman died at the ripe old age of eighty-seven while posing for a tastefully nude portrait.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a little vulgar to make up outrageous stories about the dead?” Then he snorted. “And how would that even kill her?”

Aelin raised a brow at him even as his lips quirked up. She steered them down another aisle. “Are you saying that because you actually think that?” Her tone made it obvious she didn’t believe it. “Or are you upset because you know you couldn’t come up with anything more interesting?”

He scoffed as they landed in front of a stone with slightly older dates. He glanced down at Aelin who was watching him expectantly as if to say show me what you’ve got. He glanced around, making sure one no one else was within earshot.

Occasionally, Aelin and Rowan would spot another person or sometimes a small group of people walking through the graves or staring solemnly at a particular headstone. They would nod in acknowledgment and share a brief, understanding look.

Not seeing anyone, he begrudgingly focused on the plaque and said, “Let’s say that this fellow lived his life in the circus and had an unfortunate fire-breathing accident.”

Aelin laughed, her eyes sparkling as they continued to make up stories.

They kept walking. Every now and then they would hear a bird flying across the grounds or the wind whistling through the trees.

“Ooh here’s an older one.” Aelin glanced at Rowan before nodding, “this one accidentally shot himself with a cannon.”

Rowan snorted, “how does one shoot themselves with a canon?”

“I don’t know,” she rolled her eyes, “maybe it failed to fire, and he went to check on it and suddenly boom.”

They meandered through the aisles and slowly watched as the stones became rougher and covered in moss, the words etched into them barely legible.

The clouds had cleared and now the sky was filled with the light of the fading moon.

This far back into the graveyard, neither Aelin nor Rowan could make out the entrance from which they came.

But that didn’t matter. Not as Aelin kept her arm hooked through her husband’s while they turned down another row of ancient, long-forgotten tombstones.

Rowan stopped walking and felt Aelin press herself closer towards him.

“What do you think about these?” he whispered; voice barely audible above the low wind.

Aelin squeezed his arm. “I think,” she whispered just as quietly, “they lived a long, happy life and forever thanked the stars that they found each other.”

The stones were old. Rounded corners from age and layers of moss were identical on the pair of faded headstones. And even though the letters had long since faded, the inscription was something neither of them would forget.

Go Rattle The Stars. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius & Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. To Whatever End.

They stood quietly for a long moment. Their humor replaced with a calm serenity.

“How long has it been, Buzzard?” She whispered. “I lost count ages ago.”

A lie. Aelin knew exactly how many years had passed—how many anniversaries, how many holidays, how many celebrations; how many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren; how many Halloween nights she and Rowan had made this same trek through the graveyard.

“Too long, Fireheart.” he murmured.

She held his hand even tighter. They didn’t speak again, relishing in their companionable silence and the comfort of simply being with one another, until the moon had almost fully dipped beneath the horizon.

Aelin faced him, a fond smile growing as she placed a hand on his cheek. He still looked as handsome and young as the day she’d met him, despite them having grown old together long, long, ago.

“Until next All Hallows Eve,” She promised.

It wasn’t a thing to feel sad about, nor angry or frustrated. It simply was.

She wasn’t sure how it happened or why, but she and Rowan found each other every year on this night, and she would thank the universe for letting it be so.

“Until next year.” He held her waist as she wound her arms around his neck. Rowan leaned down to press his forehead against hers. “To whatever end, Aelin.”

“To whatever end, Rowan” she raised herself on her toes to kiss him.

As the last glimmers of moonlight disappeared, Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn faded away once more in a ghostly whisper.

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darkmagickingdom · 3 years

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How about some Oogie Boogie headcanons?

[cracks knuckles] Here we go

This is one I've shared before, but Oogie's one of very few villains who actually likes kids and is surprisingly good with them when he's not trying to scare them

His shadow actually has some magical qualities, but unlike Facilier's shadow, it can't act on its own. He pretty much just controls it and it perfectly replicates all the movements he makes

He can, however, do some neat things with it, such as making it appear in places it shouldn't be (like on the moon, apparently) and he can even make it turn solid to use as a decoy, though he hardly ever does this because it's hard to maintain

All of his supernatural abilities are pretty much just stuff that's meant to scare kids, since he's the boogieman

I have no idea how he does that Kirby thing, but he mostly uses it to eat or to stop people from fleeing

He's actually pretty intelligent as far as construction goes, and basically everything in his lair is something he built himself

His fixation with gambling was something he developed before he became Oogie Boogie -- he lived in a casino as an individual bug and became fascinated with gambling after watching the people who came there every day

His "brain" bug is an earwig, albeit one with unusually high intelligence to the point of having actually gained sentience, and the uncanny ability to control the minds and bodies of other arthropods

No one really has any clue why he can do this, but no doubt Dr. Finklestein would want to study him

He gets mad when people say mean things about bugs or squish them for no good reason

On the other side, he loves meeting people who like bugs, to the point where you could feasibly weasel your way out of getting eaten by him after he's captured you if you start saying nice things about bugs

He's fine with himself eating bugs however because I mean. bugs eating bugs is just nature

He has a sort of psychic link with the other bugs that make up his body, so if any of them get squished, he feels that

He uses different kinds of bugs for different purposes. Spiders and silkworms can fix holes in his body, venomous spiders and scorpions can sabotage his enemies, and fireflies can light up his surroundings

He originally took up singing and dancing as a way to kill boredom while banished, and got so into it that he created his own theme song

Since he was banished, most of the citizens of Halloween Town have forgotten he was real and he's become a sort of urban legend. Lock, Shock, and Barrel take advantage of this to get what they want and have made up a lot of things to add to the legend that Oogie can't actually do

Jack's one of the only citizens who actually knows the truth behind the legend. Even the Mayor only knows of Oogie via the trick-or-treaters' claims

He chose the name "Oogie Boogie" for himself and is super proud of it, which is why he refers to himself in the third person multiple times throughout the movie

The snake he uses as a tongue is not venomous, it's a kind of python native to Halloween Town. Basically a much smaller relative of the giant orange-and-black python that's used as a stocking during "Making Christmas"

The creature that lives in his dice often rigs the rolls in his favor, since he gets pretty mad with it if it gets him a bad roll

And some stuff related to the fan-Descendants

He gives really good hugs

He's one of the most loving and supportive parents on the Isle but you definitely wouldn't guess it from looking at him

This all stems from the fact that earwigs are one of those species of arthropods that actually watch over and protect their eggs/young

He "surprise adopted" Sam after seeing some of the other villains with their Descendants and feeling kind of left out of the whole thing

He's never disclosed exactly where Sam is from, but he's a full human with no biological relation to any of the other villains, so presumably he's from somewhere outside of the Isle of the Lost

Oogie getting his Descendant by kidnapping is a reference to the original myths of the Boogieman, in which he would kidnap children and throw them into a sack. This was also presumably the origin of Oogie's portrayal as a bunch of bugs in a burlap sack, since this legend lead to the Boogieman gaining a nickname that translates to "Sackman"

He got together with Facilier a little while after "adopting" Sam, but Facilier took to the role of Sam's other dad pretty well

He's really good at sewing and made a bunch of little toys for Sam based on different kinds of bugs -- that Sam still has because he's a sweetheart who loves his dad

He taught Sam how to talk to bugs and sometimes sends some of his own bugs along to school with Sam

He gets kind of cowardly when faced with someone who can actually defeat him, but he cares about Sam so much that he'll stand up for the kid against even the scariest villains

#answered #you really opened the floodgates here lol sorry #oogie boogie #sam boogie #villain kids

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years

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One Last Dance

Day 4, Story #1 is by @be11atrixthestrange

Title: One Last Dance Author/Artist: be11atrixthestrange Pairing: Jily Prompt: Halloween Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): implied character death

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Harry was fussier than usual on Halloween night. Bath time was an ordeal, as Harry kept knocking the shampoo bottle out of Lily’s hand and splashing water at her. Afterward, the child almost refused to fall asleep; he wriggled in her arms and tugged on her hair as she swaddled him. Just because he couldn’t speak full sentences yet didn’t mean he couldn’t communicate; he did so with his eyes, and Lily swore there was a smirk on his face as she rocked and sang to him, until he finally drifted off.

Lily didn’t mind a fussy baby, in fact, she enjoyed the challenge. She cherished every extra moment with her child, and at exactly fifteen months, Harry’s newfound spunk was nothing but evidence of his emerging personality. He had her eyes, and she wondered if he’d get James’ messy hair, horrid eyesight, and infuriating charm. She grinned at the thought of a sassy and sarcastic Harry, star of the quidditch team, just like his dad. Or maybe he’d be more like Lily; sensitive and studious, top of his class, future Head Boy.

Of course, there could be nothing remarkable about him at all. He could turn out to be average, maybe even terrible at sports, or join weird clubs and get below-average marks. Even then, if her son came home for the summer excited about a slew of ‘acceptables’, or stressed about Gobstones club drama, he’d still be the coolest person Lily knew.

Whatever he turned out to be — head boy, quidditch captain, super-nerd, or even squib — Lily couldn’t wait to find out. It was funny how determined she had been to never admit her feelings for James Potter. Her feelings were always there, but that boy had to work hard for her affection. All Harry had to do was laugh, or sneeze, or wrap his tiny fingers around her pinky, and Lily was a goner.

With the stubborn child finally asleep, Lily shuffled downstairs to find that James had already cleaned up dinner in the kitchen and was pouring two generous glasses of wine, almost as if he read her mind.

He beamed when he saw her — one of her favorite things about him was that he made no effort to hide his feelings, ever — and slid the glass across the countertop.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked, raising the glass to her lips. It was bitter to the taste but relented into a friendlier, fruitier flavor once Lily committed to a sip.

She never knew she could relate so much to a glass of wine.

“Halloween,” said James. “I know you love it, and I’m sorry we couldn’t celebrate the muggle way.”

Halloween was always Lily’s favorite holiday growing up. There was something comforting about everyone’s sudden suspension of disbelief and willingness to face what scared them. She wished muggles would have embraced the paranormal every day, it surely would have made her life easier.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It has to be this way.”

Lily wished they could hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, but the neighborhood muggles couldn’t see their home; not while it was under the Fidelius Charm. Staying hidden wasn’t what she had imagined when moving to a mixed-magical community, but for now, it was the safest option. The only option.

James met her on the other side of the kitchen island, interrupting her thoughts with two fingers under her chin. “Definitely next year,” he said before tilting her head up for a kiss.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she smiled against his lips, wondering if Harry’s ability to make her heart explode was just as hereditary as his bright green eyes. There was something about those Potter boys that knocked her off her feet.

Maybe James was right, and next year, things would be different. They could get to know their non-magical neighbors, and Lily could take Harry trick-or-treating. He’d look so cute dressed up as a hippogriff, and no one would bat an eye when he’d insist it was a real animal. Kids say the darndest things, and on Halloween, anything was possible.

“Next year, for sure.” Lily took another swig of her wine and relished in the evolution of its flavor, a delicious reminder that things change, sometimes so fast that she might blink and miss it. Things weren’t perfect by any means — they were in the middle of a war, after all — but there was no shortage of good in their lives. Not everyone could say they had a happy family, loyal friends, and really good wine.

“Dance with me?” asked James, setting his wine down next to hers and tugging gently on her arm.

It didn’t take much to lure her into the open space of the living room and settle into the crook of his neck. There was no music, but that didn’t matter; if there had been a beat, they would probably have ignored it anyway.

“Do you remember the first time we ever danced?”

She nodded against his shoulder. Of course she remembered.

It was Halloween, sixth year, and James and Lily had been alone in the common room.

“Happy Halloween, Lily,” said James as he approached her. “Today, you’re not a freak.”

Out of context, it might have sounded like senseless teasing, but it was so much more than that. She stared back at him, mouth agape, and wasn’t sure how to respond. It had been years — years — since they had talked about Halloween, and somehow he remembered a passing comment from her eleven-year-old self.

“You remember that?” she asked, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

It was her answer to an ice-breaker game during their first year — ‘what’s your favorite holiday and why?’ She hadn’t expected the confused stares at her response. In the muggle world, Halloween was the only day when she didn’t feel weird. Now, Halloween, and the fact that it meant something different to her than to everyone else, meant it was the only day when she did.

However, she’d happily settle for one single day of being a freak; it was much better than three hundred and sixty-four.

“Of course I remember,” said James, smiling at her. His grin was electric, almost zapping through his messy black hair. Then, he reached out a questioning hand and raised his eyebrows. She stared back at him, wishing he would just use his words, yet she was impressed that with her, he didn’t need to. James always wore his thoughts on his face, in plain sight for the world to see, and never seemed to feel any shame or embarrassment for expressing them.

It touched a nerve for Lily, who had spent most of her life hiding. She longed for him to have to explain himself for once, to actually verbalize his thoughts instead of coasting by in his utopia where people just understood him. It wasn’t fair. “What are you asking, James?”

“Dance with me?” he clarified. His voice was annoyingly calm and collected as if he knew she had been expecting him to elaborate, yet aware that he didn’t have to. He didn’t even flinch at her incredulous stare, confident in his request, as if asking her to dance was the most obvious progression to wishing her a happy Halloween.

“Why?” She steadied her hands firmly by her sides, hoping James didn't see her fingers twitch toward his.

“To celebrate Halloween, of course.” His cheeks were rosy, his eyes sparkling, and his continued lack of reaction was curious. Despite her rejection, he committed to holding out his hand with confidence.

“People don’t dance on Halloween.”

“I’m people, and I dance on Halloween,” laughed James.

She looked at his hand and considered it. Despite a few accidental brushes of her hand while taking notes or passing in the hallway, she had never actually touched him. And Lily had always been the curious type.

James followed her gaze to his hand and playfully wiggled his fingers.

“Okay,” she said, placing her hand in his. His touch was gentle, firm, confident. It felt nice. “But there’s no music.”

“We don’t need any,” he said, pulling on her arm so that her body pressed up against his. It might have been too forward if she hadn’t fit so perfectly, but honestly, standing any further from him would have felt like sitting upright in a reclining chair. “If there was music, I’d probably ignore the beat, anyway.”

“You would?” His soft voice immediately put her at ease in his arms, even though her palms were sweating and her heart was picking up its pace. “Why?”

“I’m too distracted,” he said. “Wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

Lily laughed. “Then why’d you risk asking?”

“Anything is possible on Halloween, right?”

His arms tightened around her just then, not in a forceful way, just comfortable and supportive. She let herself get lost in the moment, swaying with James by the crackling fire, actually smelling, not imagining, his cologne, and feeling the prickle of his stubble against her forehead — when did that grow in?

Maybe the next day, they’d go back to their usual dynamic, somewhere between flirting and arguing, annoyance and admiration. Or maybe, this would change things. There was something about the Potter boy and his messy black hair, unruly and uncaring, his glasses that should have made him look like a nerd but didn’t, and his annoying charisma that had an effect on her. It wasn’t a secret; they were both aware of it, yet neither felt the need to acknowledge it. At least not yet. They were so young, and they had so much time.

“Was that when it all changed for you?” asked James, pulling her back to the present. “Is that when you finally gave in to my charm?”

Lily smiled at her husband. “Nothing changed that day. Nothing ever changed.”

James smiled, and Lily leaned into the sharpness of his stubble, a few lazy days unshaven. She melted against him and held him tight. Although his belly was softer, his voice was deeper, the circles under his eyes were darker, reflecting fifteen months of erratic sleep schedules, nothing about him had changed.

The moment was broken by the sobering sound of a baby crying. Both Lily and James groaned as they pulled away from one another and swiftly turned their focus to their child.

“I’ll put him back to bed,” said Lily.

“I can do it,” interrupted James. “You bathed him.”

Lily thought of the miniature James crying in his crib, and her heart clenched. It had only been minutes since she last snuggled him, and she already missed the child. “I really want to,” she said.

James nodded, but his gaze was not on Lily. “Okay. I will meet you upstairs, then. I want to check the wards — I thought I saw some movement outside.”

Lily squinted at the window, her heart rate rising.

“It’s probably nothing,” said James.

Reaching for her half-full glass of wine, Lily nodded. “Alright, I’ll meet you upstairs. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

With one last glance at her husband, Lily made her way up the stairs toward Harry.

Harry, the child who always scrunched up his face when he slept, pursing his lips and crinkling his nose like he just ate a lemon. The boy with her eyes and James’ smile, who was already the best kid ever, even though his personality had yet to be determined. The kid who had a temper, but always calmed down the moment his mother wrapped her arms around him, the stubborn, determined one who could melt Lily’s heart with a single look.

Her son, Harry, who she couldn’t wait to watch grow up, yet she hoped would never change.

#chudley canon fest #hp canon pairings #hp canon romantic pairings #jily #james x lily

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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I put a Spell on you - Harry Hook x Sanderson! Reader - Halloween special one-shot

Halloween Harry Hook x reader

basic version of outfit for reader, can be changed as wished

VVVV

Halloween night, 2007, on the isle of the lost.

Young 6-year-old Harry Hook sat in the hull of the jolly roger, pouting to himself as he picked at his scarce stolen candy.

The isle never got much in the way of candy, the most they got was during the month of Halloween that the parents of Auradon threw away early for some odd reason.

Though what candy the isle got was little, and the “good stuff” was still on Auradon.

And Harry had unfortunately gotten a bad pick of candy this year, nasty fruit ropes that tasted like death, molding “coconut” chocolate candy that was too mushy to really enjoy, and watermelon looking hard candy.

The best he got was little wrapped hard pieces of candy that looked like brown barrels that had a slight spice to them.

Harry dropped the piece of candy he was holding and sighed, starting to stand and getting ready to turn in for the night after the disappointing Halloween. “jus’ like last year” Harry mumbled, brushing off his horrifically made copy of his father's jacket, he paused, something rang across his ears. “wha’ was-“

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

“singing?” Harry quietly asked himself, turning towards where the voice was coming from. It seemed hypnotic or at least was supposed to be, but It had no grab to it as if it had lost its power.

But Harry's curious nature pushed him to seek the voice out. He snuck off his father's ship and followed the voice into the dark forest near pirates bay.

He ducked as he spotted an old slim woman, the one who was singing, waving her hands about and twirling.

“Winnie~” the woman stopped singing, spinning around and crossing her arms, and whining at a hidden figure “It's not working!”

“of course it's not you twit, the stupid barrier blocks our powers, we won't be getting any children tonight!” “wait!” a plump woman stepped into the mood light, her eyes glinting “I smell a child~”

“that’s just (y/n) you idiot!” the hidden figure scoffed, stepping next to the slim woman, and smacking her torso “keep your child inside sister, they will ruin our plans” “But we can use them to lure children! Maybe they can even lure a boy~”

“silence Sarah” the oldest woman scoffed, turning and walking back towards the rackety shack near a pond. “sistars!”

“coming Winnie!” the slim one called back, hiking up her dress and running after the oldest.

“But Winnie! The child!” the plump one moaned, turning her eyes right at Harry.

Harry held his breath and ducked behind a tree, freezing as he heard the woman sniff the air and continue to walk closer to his hiding spot. Wait…shit! he walked right into the Sander-

“Auntie! It's just me!” Harry's jaw dropped as a child, who seemed just around his age, popped up from behind the tree in front of him, a small smile on their face “sorry, but there's no other kids around”

The plump woman groaned and shook her head, stomping back into the shack. “little brat, fooling me”

The child watched until the door closed, slumping against the tree in relief as they looked at him “you shouldn't be here, you don’t wanna know what happens when my mom and aunts get their hands on kids” they walked over to him and pulled at the lapels of his jacket, the hood of their cloak falling as they did so.

They beamed at him “but im not gonna let anything happen to ya don’t worry……sorry I don’t know your name?” they tilted their head at him, their bright (e/c) eyes staring into his.

“H-Harry” Harry stuttered out, gasping as the child grabbed his hand and started pulling him the opposite way of the old shack the old woman were in.

“Nice ta meet ya Harry im (y/n)!” (y/n) chirped, flipping their hood back over their head and continuing to lead Harry out of the forest.

Moments later they reached the edge and (y/n) turned, grabbing Harry's arms, spinning around, and pushing him over the edge “now you have ta promise that you won't come back no matter what, and to never follow random singing” (y/n) pouted at harry, wiggling their finger in his face “it's too dangerous”

“I-um” Harry stuttered again, wringing his hands together before he stomped his foot “they aren’t even tha’ scary! I can take ‘em”

(y/n) just shook their head “doesn’t matter, they’ll eat you if they get the chance”

“e-eat me?!” Harry squeaked, taking a step back from (y/n) “wait aren’t yeh one of their kids- won't yeh eat me too?”

“no!” (y/n) shook their head defiantly, scowling at Harry “that’s just gross, eating kids, Id rather eat rotten candy” (y/n) crossed their arms and tilted their head at Harry “what you think all witches eat kids?”

“well, they-” Harry swallowed harshly “ur mums a Sanderson ain't she? She's known for tha’ “

(y/n)s shoulders dropped “well I’m not my mother” Harry felt slightly bad as (y/n) curled in on themselves, looking off.

“hey-i….thank yeh fer savin’ meh” (y/n) perked up, smiling at him.

“you’re welcome Harry, now DON’T got back into the forest on Halloween night ever again” (y/n) once more shook their finger in his face, pouting at him.

Harry nodded slowly, placing his hand on theirs and pushing their hand down “why Halloween night only?”

“because that’s when they think they are most powerful, and the only time they are brave enough to wander outside the shack….aunt Winnie makes me go out to get food and all that every other time” (y/n) explained, eyes turning to the sky and gasping.

“you have to get home! It won't be long before my aunt gets another idea to get kids, go go!” (y/n) pushed at Harry's shoulders, back towards pirate bay.

“Alright alright im goin’!” Harry yelled, shaking his head at the odd witch, he turned to start walking back towards his dad's ship when he stopped. He spun back around, watching (y/n) walk back into the forest. “wait!” (y/n) groaned and stopped, spinning around to look at him with raised brows.

“what” they snapped, glaring at him.

“will I ever see yeh again?” Harry asked, blinking in surprise as (y/n)s cheeks turned dark and they looked down at the forest floor.

“um-i-maybe…I have to go!” (y/n) turned and ran back into the forest to her home, leaving Harry at the forest edge.

12 years later, on Halloween night, Harry sat in his temporary room at Evie's castle, sitting on his bed while Gil and Uma sorted through their first real batch of Halloween candy.

Most of it had been leftovers from Evie's trick or treaters, but Evie had made them chaperone Dizzy, Celia, and the twins for their first Halloween.

And the younger VKs had somehow roped them into Trick or treating with them, which luckily the people of Auradon were nice enough to ignore that they were technically too old to trick or treat.

Harry could recount Evie scoffing at the “Age limit”, saying that no one is too old to trick or treat.

“Gil hand me that orange one” Uma muttered, chewing on a Butterfinger.

“The Reese's?” Gil asked, holding up the flat packaging and handing it to Uma.

“yep, thanks…Harry you good?” Uma asked, noticing Harry staring out the window.

“hm?” Harry turned back to her, his eyes drooping “ah, sorry Uma, zoned out”

“well, it has been a tiring night….I'mma head in for tonight, night boys”

“night Uma” Harry and Gil called back in chorus, Gil leaving after Uma a moment later, leaving Harry alone in his room.

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

Harry perked up, he knew that song…..he definitely knew that song.

Though this time, the hypnotic power it had was present, taking hold of his mind and dragging him out of his room and out the door of Evie's castle.

Harry walked deeper into the forest surrounding Evie's castle, the voice becoming louder as he walked.

Suddenly he was grabbed, the cackling of three women echoing in his ears.

“oh, it’s a boy! Hes Handsome too~I want to play with him~!”

“later Sarah, first we must take him along with the others back to the cottage, he’ll be the first for your child, let them experience the dark art of Magic!”

“ohhh! Yes! Let em’ learn, let ‘em learn, let ‘em learn!”

Harry's vision went black, and he woke later in a chair, something invisible tying him down to it.

“wha’?” Harry muttered, pulling at his arm “where…shit” Harry tried to wriggle his wrist to draw the small switchblade in his jacket sleeve when the three Sanderson sisters walked in, holding two small children in their arms.

“ohhh hes awake!” the thin one, Sarah he guessed, gasped, clapping her hands together.

Harry let out a snarl and thrashed in his chair, the sisters gasped and reeled back. “nasty one isn’t he” the one with the odd lips, Winnie, muttered “perfect for our little imp isn’t he Mary”

“perfect Winnie” the plump one snickered, licking her lips as she separated from her sisters and dragged one of the children over a chair next to Harry, forcing the young girl down into it and snapping her fingers, silver rope wrapping around the girl's arms and legs and binding her to the chair “there we go!”

Sarah giggled and grabbed the boy she had by the scruff of his zombie costume and dragged him over to the chair on Harry's left, pushing him into the chair and binding him with the silver rope that turned invisible like Harrys.

“ohhhh (y/n)~” Harry perked up….he knew that name?

From the door on Harry's right, someone stepped out from the shadows, wearing a long dark pink jacket that tapered off at their waist, a corset type top with fishnet under top underneath it, ripped black jeans with scuffed brown boots, a belt with a pouch resting on their left hip that held two beakers resting on their left thigh.

“yes, aunt Winnie” the teen witch sighed, their hood hiding their face from Harry. Winnie grabbed an odd brown colored spell book with an eye on it and handed it to the hooded teen.

“here, finish the life potion while we go get more children, the…pirate boy is yours to do what you wish with” Winnie patted the teens head and turned “Sistars!” she stormed out of the cottage, the two witches running after their sister.

“coming Winnie!!”

The door slammed shut, the teen watching the door for a good minute before they sighed and dropped the book on the table to their right “thank hades” they tipped their head back, ruffling their (h/c) hair and blowing a raspberry “thought they’d never leave” they rushed over to a cabinet and ripped the doors open, rummaging through spices and herbs. “wormswart wormswart, where are you wormswart-ah-ha!”

They spun around, holding a jar of some sort of liquid and opening it, a hiss of silver mist rising from the bottle, they held the bottle delicately over the cauldron holding the boiling potion of life and poured a single drop of wormswart into the potion.

The potion turned a sickly brown, sputtering into the teen witches face. “ugh” they groaned, leaning back and wiping their face.

They grabbed a large spoon and mixed the potion, stirring until it turned back into a dark green. “there we go, now they can't use it” the teen muttered, looking up and locking eyes with Harry. “now to get you all out of here before they come back!”

With a wave of their hand, a silver pocket knife appeared, and they speed-walked over to Harry, cutting the invisible ropes at his hands. “im sorry about this, I tried to spell them to sleep until tomorrow at dawn but im not very good at potions other than ruining them”

“(y/n)?” Harry asked aloud, the teen stopped, slowly looking up at Harry, their still bright (e/c) eyes widening.

“Harry! What-“ they stood, leaning over Harry and shaking their finger in his face, “I told you not to follow the singing!”

Harry smirked at them and mocked bite their finger, (y/n) gasped and reeled back, pouting at him and smacking his chest. “jerk, im saving you from being eaten and yet you repay me like this?”

Harry chuckled and grabbed the knife from (y/n)s hand, cutting the rope from his legs “sorry love, couldn’t resist”

“l-love?” (y/n) stuttered, backing away from Harry and staring at him oddly.

Harry just looked at them, making their cheeks turn dark “you….you grew up” they muttered, looking away from Harry.

“heh” Harry chuckled, standing from the chair and looking to his right “we should probably get them outta here huh?”

“y-yeah” (y/n) stuttered, waving their hand and another silver knife appeared, walking over to the boy while Harry kneeled next to the girl and started to cut them free. “I’ll need to break the spell my mom put on them before we take them back, otherwise they’ll get their hands on them again.”

Harry nodded, picking up the girl dressed like a princess and setting her on his hip, her head resting in his neck.

(y/n) picked up the boy and walked over to harry, muttering a counterspell under their breath, and with a snap of their fingers, the two kids snapped out of their trance. The Girl leaning away from Harry and looking from him to (y/n), her eyes wide.

“where-whats” her lip wobbled, starting to cry a bit. the boy stared at Harry with wide eyes.

“you’re Harry Hook” the boy whispered in awe, squeaking a bit as (y/n) rearranged their grip on him.

“that's all dandy but we have to get you both back to your homes, the witches will be back soon and I need to be here when they are”

Harry nodded, pressing the girl's face back into his neck and following (y/n) out to the back door.

“come on, the main town is this way!”

Harry and (y/n) dropped the girl off, who told them her name of Sofia, and hurried her inside. “now don’t go after random singing on Halloween okay, it only leads to bad things” (y/n) warned them, handing the young girl a slip of paper with markings on it “as long as you have this, you will be protected from my mother's song” Sofia nodded, unsure but ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

“alrigh’” Harry sighed, shifting Elijah in his arms and looked at the young boy “where do yeh live?”

Elijah pointed across the street and down a few houses “tha’ close huh?” Harry muttered, letting the boy down and watching him as he ran toward his home.

The boy stopped as (y/n) called his name, turning as they jogged over to him and handed him another piece of paper “thanks” Elijah squeaked, bolting into his house and slamming the door closed.

(y/n) sighed, rubbing their face in exhaustion “two down….however many kids to go” (y/n) rolled their neck and looked over at harry “now lets get you home too”

Harry stared at (y/n) as they walked up to him and held out their hands “I didn’t do this with the kids because I know they would freak but I can teleport us to where you live”

“yeh can teleport?” Harry asked, tilting his head as he stared at (y/n)s hands.

“yep, me, my mother, and my aunts each have a special power, my mom has a hypnotic singing voice, my aunt Mary can sniff out any kid from miles away, and my aunt Winnie can shoot lightning from her hands” Harry nodded slowly, grabbing onto (y/n)s hands.

“so what now?” Harry asked, watching as (f/c) smoke started to rise around him and (y/n)

“where do you live?” (y/n) chuckled, smiling at him.

“uh, im staying at Evie's castle right now”

“oh, I know where that is!” (y/n) cheered, the smoke swirling around them for a moment before it dissipated, revealing them now to be in front of Evie’s castle.

“cool” Harry muttered, not noticing (y/n) look down at their still intertwined hands and hurriedly ripped their hands away from him, Harry turned to (y/n), furrowing his brows as (y/n) looked around with wandering eyes “don’t go back” (y/n) whipped around to look at him with surprise.

“i-what?”

“don’t go back, stay here” Harry pleaded, grabbing onto (y/n)s shoulders “yer not happy there, and yer gonna waste away being their slave”

(y/n) just stared at him, sighing as they grabbed his hands and slowly took them off their shoulders “I…..I have to, to protect the kids”

Harry sighed, biting his lip in thought “okay….but!” (y/n) looked at harry, confusion swimming in their eyes “after tonight, come back here, im sure Evie would be happy to accommodate yeh, i’ll even ask for extra measure” (y/n) shook their head, looking over their shoulder back towards the witches cottage.

“…okay” (y/n) sighed, giggling as harry beamed at them and grabbed their shoulders in his excitement.

“Okay!?”

“okkayy! I'll come back tomorrow after my mom and aunts are asleep” Harry grinned at (y/n), chuckling as (y/n) smiled back.

“but….why do you want me to come back after tonight?” (y/n) asked, tilting their head at harry.

“because you saved meh from them 12 years ago…might as well return tha’ favor?” Harry smirked, snickering as (y/n)s cheeks darkened.

“well…I should get back now….see ya later?” (y/n) stepped away from Harry, (f/c) smoke rising around them. “see ya later” Harry confirmed, waving (y/n) goodbye as the smoke complexly enveloped them and they disappeared.

Harry sighed, cracking his neck and walking back inside Evie's castle, sneaking back up to his room and flopping on his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly from the crazy night.

Harry sighed in relief as the next morning, when Evie turned on the tv and the Auradon news came up, some breaking news came up about how the Sanderson sisters had been caught attempting their old antics with stealing the life force of children and had been arrested.

And the child of Sarah Sanderson had been confirmed secretly helping the children escaped, as claimed by the many children saved by the teen witch.

“aint (y/n) Sanderson that kid you met on the isle when you were like, 6? Harry?” Uma asked aloud, looking over her shoulder at Harry as he stuck another piece of pancakes in his mouth.

He swallowed and nodded, picking at his scrambled eggs “aye, and I….shoot, Evie I saw ‘em again last night, and might have told them if they wanted to they could come here?”

“that’s perfectly fine” Evie gushed, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron “I have plenty of room for them here, and-wait you saw them? How?”

“uhhh” Harry stalled, watching as Uma set her fork down and stared at him with raised brows.

“you did a stupid didn’t you?” Uma droned, leaning on her intertwined hands.

“uhhh, yes?” Harry winched, yelping as Uma sent a torrent of water at him “hey! I was bewitched! It wasn’t meh fault!” Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

Everyone went silent as Evie's front door got knocked on, Evie glanced at Harry and took off her apron, tossing it onto the counter and walking over to her door, slowly opening it and peeking around the door.

“oh! You must be (y/n)! Harry told us about you!”

“r-really? He did?” the teen muttered, gasping as Evie grabbed their wrist and dragged them in.

“yep! Now! Are you hungry?” Evie pushed them into the living room that doubled as a dining room that connected to the kitchen, (y/n) stared at all the vks, locking eyes with Harry.

“i-yes?”

“Great! I'll make you up a plate and you get acquainted with everyone!”

Evie clapped her hands and skipped back into the kitchen, giggling with Mal as (y/n) just stood awkwardly where Evie left her.

“yeh kept yer promise” Harry smiled, standing up and walking over to (y/n), putting his hands on his hips and leaning towards (y/n)

“uhh yep” (y/n) chuckled, rubbing their arm nervously “Im here?”

Harry chuckled at their awkwardness and grabbed their shoulder, shoving them into the middle of the room, in view of everyone “(y/n) this is everyone, everyone this is (y/n), they have saved my ass twice now”

“hi” (y/n) waved awkwardly, a small grin on their face. Uma stood from her seat at the island and walked over to (y/n), slowly circling her like a vulture. “ummm hi?”

Uma hummed, standing in front of (y/n), her eyes dark and revealing nothing….then she smiled, reaching out and patting (y/n)s shoulder “nice to meet you (y/n)”

(y/n) gave a small smile, “nice to meet you too….Uma? right?”

Uma nodded and nodded her head back at the island near the kitchen, where Evie was setting (y/n)s plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “yep that’s me, and your foods ready”

(y/n) slowly walked over to their food, taking off their bag that was slung over their shoulder and setting it on the floor, hesitantly starting to eat the food Evie had given them.

Almost comically, their eyes widened and they started to scarf down the breakfast. Evie giggled and tapped on the counter, grabbing (y/n)s attention “apple or orange juice?”

“apple please” (y/n) spoke with a mouth full of food, blushing as Evie giggled once more and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle.

She poured the drink and set it in front of (y/n) who gently took the cup and started to drink, turning towards the tv as it went back to the Sanderson sister's arrest.

*they will be stripped of their magic and be sent to the new high-security prison implemented on the isle of the doomed.*

“how many kids did yeh save (y/n)?” Harry asked, turning to look at the teen witch. (y/n) swallowed her mouthful of bacon and shrugged.

“around 20, including you and those two kids, my aunts and mom didn’t get far before the Auradon guard was called on ‘em”

“hm” Uma nodded in approval, smirking at harry “good job”

Harry smirked back, standing and sitting next to (y/n), watching as Dizzy changed the channel to Sunday cartoons

“so do yeh think you’ll stick around?” Harry whispered, (y/n) turned to him, and smiled.

“yeah I think I will” they whispered back, leaning back in their chair and watching the show “Powerpuff girls” as it played.

Harry smiled, happy to have finally repaid his debt to the witch who had saved him all those years ago.

And it was going to be fun to tease them since they went all dark whenever he simply looked at them.

-end-

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undertaker1827 · 4 years

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Hi! May I request some Halloween headcanons (12, 13 and 29) for Sebastian and Undertaker, please?

By the way I love your blog! Have a nice day!🖤

Hello and yes you can!! This is my first thing using the Halloween prompts 😁🎃 Aw thank you, you have a nice day too. Hope you enjoy!

12] Doing your best to terrify kids who come to your door trick or treating

13] Terrifying each other (jumping out from behind doors and screaming, etc)

29] Doing each other’s makeup for your costumes

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Undertaker

Right so it took you and Undertaker literal hours to get your costumes just right

He went as the stereotypical grim reaper (he found the human interpretation of them to be desperately amusing)

So a black hooded cloak, skull makeup and even though you could only see part of his face with the bangs, the makeup reached right up to his hairline

He’d gotten you to assist with the fine details, though he’d already done a pretty good job with it

You ended up sat across his lap with your elbows braced against his shoulders to get the lines just right, repeatedly whacking his arm to make him stop laughing and potentially messing up all your hard work

You on the other hand went as a zombie

That was a full out body paint affair and it took even longer than the mortician’s

You were beyond proud of the results, even if Undertaker had felt the need to make a bunch of little changes, claiming “The devil’s in the details, love”

He had also wasted a scarily short amount of time before taking a knife to your costume, claiming you hadn’t ripped it up enough to be a zombie

This had all happened early in the morning on the day of Halloween

You then took every opportunity throughout the entire day to terrify each other

Undertaker hid in coffins and allowed them to slowly creak open just as you had turned away, making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and a shiver crawl up your spine

You glance cautiously out of the corner of your eye then quickly tur around to the coffin in question, only to find it empty with the lid open

That leaves you trying to rationalise the event away, only for Undertaker to scream and grab you from behind, leaving a trail of kisses across your neck and laughing at how your body trembles in his arms

If you try and push him away his hold on you just tightens, he can’t help but laugh more and pull you impossibly closer to his chest, teasing you for how jumpy you are whilst you hide your face in his robes

Of course that doesn’t last for long, because you need to get revenge

You hid under his desk, behind practically every door he walked through and even in a kitchen cupboard, but you never once manage to get a reaction out of him

He just grins at you and says hello, pulling you into a bear hug

You exclaim in the end, utterly exasperated, how could he possibly not so much as blink in surprise

The mortician dissolves into a giggling fit, and it turns out eventually that his senses as a reaper (especially one who hasn’t worn the glasses he so desperately needs in over a century) are fine tuned so excellently that he knows exactly where you are pretty much all the time

That somewhat takes the wind out of your sails, but you will not be defeated

The fact that you still jumped out at him, even knowing what he just told you, simply makes him laugh all the harder

When it starts getting dark, you two prepare multiple bowls of Halloween candy for trick or treaters

The whole front of the shop is decorated to the nines, usual display of coffins covered in swathes of cotton cobweb, a zombie climbing out of one and the biggest, scariest spider you could find hanging off the ‘Undertaker’ sign

You have plastic decorations over the little window to make the glass look like its been shattered, along with a bloody handprint on the inside

You have several carved pumpkins on the old cobblestones outside the shop, terrifying faces carved by both of you and candles burning proudly

There are also a couple of burning, decorative lanterns and headstone or two

Overall, the pair of you are the best decorated in the area and simultaneously loved and feared for it

The first trick or treater to knock on the electronic doorbell (a seasonal special which screams instead of rings) is met with you stumbling outside and groaning, arms held out in front of you and eyes unfocused, with Undertaker silently drifting out behind you, his scythe (the real one, much to your dismay when you realised) slung over his shoulder and burning green eyes staring down the children in front of you

It’s the loudest you’ve ever heard anyone scream and it’s all the two of you can do to keep in character, though you break the façade to start laughing a short while later

You give the kids as many treats as you think they can eat, then bid them on their way

Once you both disappear creepily back into the parlour, you start laughing together once more

You end up standing there and holding each other close for a moment, sharing kisses and generally discussing how thrilled you both are over how well this Halloween is going

Sebastian

Sebastian goes over to your place for Halloween

He arrives about halfway through the day, armed with the costume he plans on wearing

He’s going as a vampire and you absolutely cannot wait to see the result

You, as an inside joke with him, are going to be a demon

Even Sebastian had to laugh when you announced that, he was utterly delighted by the prospect

You start getting ready later in the day (especially when compared to Undertaker), though by no means is it late when you begin

Sebastian is dressed all in black, naturally pale skin not needing any extra makeup

He doesn’t so much as need to wear plastic fangs, just allowing his own canines to extend enough to be obvious, then letting his irises bleed to crimson rather than wearing contacts to provide the same affect

The demon also has a black cloak (it seems very authentically Victorian to you) with a massive collar which flares out behind him whenever he moves

He really looks the part

Your costume, on the other hand, takes far more doing

You also wear all black, but the effort that goes into your makeup (a joint effort) to make you look sufficiently demonic (as decided by Sebastian) is phenomenal

It takes you both well over an hour and you look utterly terrifying by the end of it

Your nails are painted black and your eyes are dark and smoky, irises shining out brightly

Your partner thinks you look fabulous, however no costume is complete without pints of fake blood

You cover Sebastian in it, delicately though - he’s a tasteful vampire, none of this destroying your food and leaving carnage in your wake

You get him to put some on you as well and to your dismay he does so sparingly, getting you to tilt your head back so the drops he places on your face roll down to your jawline

He also puts a little on hour bare hands, claiming less is more

When you finally see yourself in the mirror, you realise that how he’s done it is absolutely brilliant and gives the perfect effect

Cue ‘what kind of vampire would I be if I couldn’t do as small a task as this’

Sebastian goes off not long after you finish to make some last minute checks on your various decorations - the front of your house looks like the entrance to a gothic manor thanks to the collective effort the two of you put in

Of course there’s also pumpkins on the front step and ghostly silhouettes in the windows

You go into the kitchen to check over the stuff you need for trick or treaters, entirely unaware that the demon has reappeared in the doorway

He comes up behind you totally silent until hu suddenly lunges for you, as arm around your ribs and the other low on your waist as he pulls you, screaming and utterly terrified, back into his chest

His lips are on your neck a moment later, threatening to start drinking your blood if you didn’t stop yelling, it’s me Y/N, who else could it be?

Apparently ‘a zombie’ wasn’t the right answer

As soon as your mild heart attack passes, you feel the immediate need to get revenge

You try the same trick as him, but he clearly knew you were there before you even walked through the door

You then attempt it the other way around; jump out from behind the door as he walked through it, but that only succeeds in making him laugh

Ultimately, you didn’t manage to scare him once, though it was fun to try

In spite of this, you did manage to completely terrify the kids that came to your door

Sebastian could even sense them walking up to the house (which made you feel better about not being able to scare him) from the fear already radiating from them

When someone rings the doorbell, you allow the door to open seemingly by itself, only appearing yourselves when the door is wide open but the hall is so dark the kids can’t see if anyone is there or not

You walk up silently, Sebastian allowing just a little of his power to exude out, creating hellish shadows that crawl up the walls and a dark smoke that drifts outside

The children scream once more and even any adults accompanying them appear creeped out

You give everyone sweets though, breaking out of character and smiling to chat with people at the door

Looking down the street, everyone has pumpkins and decorations outside their doors, groups of children going from house to house in a plethora of different costumes, all laughing and screaming, comparing their candy and oblivious to the cold

You and Sebastian just stand and watch the scene go by for a while, him contemplating the marvels of the human race and how much its changed, whilst you breathe a happy sigh at the proximity to him, proceeding to rest your head on his shoulder

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Just a prompt/idea, for The Nightmare Before Christmas:

Jack meets the other Holiday leaders.

He doesn't know them, but they know him.

This is delightful ~ ♡♡♡

'Gentleman, surely we can come to an understanding?' Jack pleaded, trying to reach out from the cage bars to snag one of the fancy looking "heart" arrows on his jailor's back.

They didn't look like any hearts he'd ever seen but he just knew that it would be fascinating to study the love inducing effects they had.

'Stop that!' A spindly looking gentleman snapped, slapping his hand away and adjusting his pink tophat.

'We've heard all about you from the Easter Bunny. You and your little gremlins.' He huffed, turning and flying away on small angelic wings.

The Easter Bunny stood there, arms crossed and a scowl on its fuzzy face.

'We should put him in a rocket!' A child asked, dwarfed in a white and blue striped tophat.

'Now, I don't see any need for that-'

'Fine! A Catherine wheel then.' the boy huffed, floating midair with his legs crossed. Jack got a sense of familiarity and decided to never let this child meet the trick-or-treaters.

A giant turkey sat by the Easter bunny with a look of solemn understanding in its eyes as it shook its giblets.

'We are to wait for Santa Claus, that is if what you're saying is true.' The man in pink asked 'and someone get that lovely lady some tea?' He demanded, snapping his fingers and some chubby babies flew over and poured Sally a cup of tea.

Jack looked down at the unfairness of it all. While he had been put in a cage, Sally was below sitting pretty.

'Oh don't look at me like that, my love. You did try to steal that nice man's pot of gold.'

'Does the rainbow come from the pot or does the pot come from the rainbow?! I had to know!?' He shrieked, rattling the cage bars.

'Now, poor O'Brian is traumatised.' The man in pink wailed as he sat opposite Sally, taking a sip of tea.

'Once Santa Claus arrives he'll tell you I'm reformed and we can all go about our day.' Jack said with as much confidence as he could.

'And until then, you and your curious, boney fingers are staying right there.' The kid said, spinning in the air before cackling.

Sally put a hand through the bars to pat his knees and he immediately melted so she could pat his head.

'The injustice of it all~ I'm a scientist, a king! I should not be treated this way.' He huffed. Sally gave him a pleading look.

'So much for a cordial first visit.' She sighed.

#the nightmare before christmas #prompt answer #fanfiction #jack x sally

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Ten’s First (real) Halloween

Hello! Thank so much for the prompt! Sorry this is a day late, I meant to do it yesterday, but got distracted carving a pumpkin spiderman and sitting on the step with my mom to greet trick or treaters! I hope you all had a great Halloween though!

I should probably start off saying that I’ve never seen Pulp Fiction, and I also don’t Halloween party at all. Hopefully this turned out good anyways. I jumped ahead a bit with the prompts to do this one before I felt too awkward to complete it. Can’t really post a Halloween fic mid November, but I’m back to sticking to the order things come in!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,557

Summary: A Halloween fic, read the prompt above!

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the creator!)

“I’ve decided,” you told the Doctor as you made your way into the console room and plopped yourself down on the chair. You looked up the Doctor’s profile from behind, grinning to yourself.

The Doctor froze where he was fiddling around with the console, turning to look at you with a questioning glance. He raised an eyebrow in question, eyeing you up and down before he finally replied with a confused, “decided what, exactly?”

“What we’re going to be for Halloween!” you chirped excitedly. You reclined back in the chair, grinning brightly at the Doctor as he blinked at you. “I’ve been thinking for weeks now, and I’ve finally picked out perfect costumes for us!”

“Uh?” the Doctor finally turned towards you, leaning back against the console and crossing his feet in front of him. The man cocked his head to the side, expressing a confusion you didn’t often see from him, “costumes?”

“Of course,” you gave a serious nod, crossing your arms across your chest to express the seriousness of the conversation, “costumes take a lot of thought, Doctor.”

“I believe you,” the Doctor responded, frowning thoughtfully at you, “I’m just... well, not quite sure what you’re on about, if I’m honest. Why are you so excited about this?”

“What?” you blinked in surprise, “you don’t know about Halloween? I thought you were an expert on everything earth?”

“No,” the Doctor straightened, “I know of the day, of course I do--” he gestured to himself, “Time-Lord, remember? I’ve visited the very first of each earth holiday through the years, All-Hallows Eve included—well, Samhain at least. Saw that and never bothered returning around the month of October.”

He eyed you for a second before continuing, “what I just can’t seem to understand is why you’d be excited for bonfires and the human race feeling the need to wear monster masks to ward off ghosts—which by the way, would not help at all.”

You stared at the man for a second, then another before you finally blinked at him, “so, you’re telling me you haven’t seen Halloween on earth since like the eighteenth century?”

“More like the eighth century,” the Doctor corrected, scrunching his face up in distaste, “wasn’t a fan then, not a fan now. I’m more of a Christmas guy, I suppose.”

“The holiday has completely changed,” you told him, standing from your seat and moving towards him in excitement, “it’s not like... well, that anymore. Very few fires, and the dressing up is more for fun than to hide from, uhm, ghosts? It’s parties, and trick-or-treating door to door for sweets, and getting scared!”

“Really?” the Doctor scrunched his nose up, eyeing you where you stood before him with a bright smile.

“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning into his space, “it’s for fun now, we’ve swayed a bit from hiding away from ghosts. Just modern traditions now.”

“I see,” the Doctor hummed, turning back towards the TARDIS console. “Sounds interesting.”

“It is,” you agreed with a smile, moving to stand beside him and observe his hands moving fluently along the knobs and dials on the console, “so, what do you think about heading to earth for Halloween this year?”

The Doctor turned his head towards you, gave you a crooked smile, “nah.”

And then you were landing.

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“Come on,” you pleaded, “I’ve got the perfect costumes picked out for us, and it’ll look dumb if I go by myself when the costume is supposed to be a couples costume!”

The Doctor gave you a sideways glance, “and what are these costumes?”

You’d let the conversation drop earlier (or rather, had gotten dragged into another space mess you and the Doctor needed to clean up), but you weren’t about to drop the subject. Now you had a personal mission to reintroduce the Doctor to modern Halloween and all its glory.

“Okay,” you grinned, “so, I was planning on being Mia Wallace—I can pull it off, don’t you think? Actually, it doesn’t matter, it’s Halloween. Anyways, I think you’d make a great Vincent Vega. Plus, it would look weird if I showed up as Mia but I didn’t have a Vincent, right? I don’t think people would even know who we were if we didn’t show up together.”

“And... who’re these people?”

“They’re characters from Pulp Fiction,” you explained. “It’s a popular film down on earth—I can’t believe you’ve never heard of it.”

“Right,” the Doctor gave a nod, but you were sure he didn’t really understand what you were talking about. It was nice he pretended too thought. “I never agreed to this... costume thing. Doesn’t sound much different from hiding from ghosts to me. You’ll still be changing your appearance to hide.”

“It’s completely different, and we’re not hiding, it’s for fun,” you scoffed, slightly offended, but not really since this was the Doctor, “we’re going to a party, my cousin’s Halloween party. And besides, the characters don’t even have masks, they’re regular people. Clothes, makeup, wigs.”

“Well then, this holiday really has strayed from its roots then, hasn’t it?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “I don’t think it’s changed much.”

The Doctor gave you a tilt of his head,smile small, “right, well, you didn’t get to experience Samhain, now did you? You’ve got nothing to compare current Halloween too.” You pouted at the man, but he didn’t seem too bothered as he continued fiddling with the TARDIS.

“It really is fun,” you attempted, “it’s probably super different from the first Halloween you didn’t like, but, like, in a good way. Halloween is the best! And all my friends will be there, and the costumes are always great—there's a costume contest.”

“I can always drop you off,” the Doctor suggested with a glance back at you. “You know I’d never keep you here against your will, just say the word and I’ll return you to earth.”

“No,” you groaned, “that ruins the fun. I can’t show up alone again,” you sighed slumping in the chair, “if you’re not going there’s barely a point in me going. I want to have fun with you, and celebrate the holiday with you. Besides, I’ve already got the costumes made up. You had everything in your collection of clothes for a Vincent costume, and I already had most of Mia’s clothes. It’s perfect, Doctor!”

“Gatherings aren’t for me,” the Doctor replied, “friends and family of my companions? Nothing ever goes right when the friends and families of companions know of me and where I take you, believe me on that one.”

“But it’s Halloween,” you pouted, “no one will be asking about any of that, not one says anything serious. And we don’t have to stay for long, we can just pop in and leave. I just... want to show you that it’s changed, Doctor. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I want to share that with you.”

“(Y/N),” the Doctor turned to you, frowning. He was giving you that look he always did when he was about to disappoint you and hated doing it. He stared at you for a moment before he sighed heavily, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” you blinked in surprise, “really?”

“Not a yes,” the man continued with a serious voice, “but I’ll think about it, alright?”

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If you knew anything about older people, it was that a maybe wasn’t much more than a no. It was a no that left the receiver hopeful of a positive outcome. A failsafe, for the person to say maybe, so they could say no later, and not outright say it. Because a maybe left room for a yes, or, a more likely no.

So, as much as the maybe was progress, it was still basically a no. And you wouldn’t settle for an open-ended no. If the Doctor really didn’t want to go, you’d leave it after today. But you couldn’t settle for a devastating no closer to Halloween when you’d had your hopes up for so long.

“Pleaseee?” you begged. It was just about the time you’d usually head off to bed and leave the Doctor to his own devices for the night. You sat curled up on the chair in the console room, warm in pajamas as you watched the Doctor do whatever it was he usually did in the evening.

This was the last time you’d ask for the Doctor to accompany you to the Halloween party. You weren’t going to force—not that you were sure you even could if you tried. He was superior to you, not that he pointed it out often. You’d rather a no than a maybe that got your hopes up.

You just really wanted to go this party with someone else, and who better than the Doctor? You’d always gone alone, or with friends, and your cousin always teased you about it. But what would he say when you showed up with someone? Someone as cool (and strange) as the Doctor?

And in matching costumes as well, it would be adorable, and finally break your cousin from his teasing.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

The Doctor hadn’t bothered looking away from his fiddling at the console, but you could hear some humor in his voice, “then again, I expect nothing less from humans who travel with me. I’d be persistent as well.”

“So you’ll come?” you perked up where you were slumped into the seat. “And don’t give me another maybe, I want a real answer, Doctor.”

“Yes, fine. Alright.” The man tipped his head in your direction, giving a small smile, “we can visit Halloween and go to your cousin’s party.”

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“(Y/N)!” Your cousin greeted brightly, dressed as a vampire with fake blood smeared across his mouth. “You’re here,” he continued, pulling you into a hug, “haven’t heard from you in a bit, wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

“Wasn’t sure I would make it,” you explained honestly, “had trouble convincing my friend to join me.”

“Friend?” you cousin raised an eyebrow, looking around you easily, “and, where is this friend?”

“He’s... parking,” you shrugged.

“He’s?” your cousin teased while waggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest as you scoffed.

“Yes, he’s,” you groaned, stressing the word in annoyance, “cut it out. Don’t act so surprised that I’ve brought a friend. And really don’t around him, got it?”

“I wasn’t,” he raised his hands in mock surrender, smile wide and teasing in a cousin-y way. Then, he was gesturing down to your costume, “now, what’re you supposed to be anyways?”

You almost groaned at your cousin not knowing your Mia Wallace costume, but you knew it was because your Vincent Vega wasn’t here with you. You opened your mouth to respond in a snarky reply, but before you could, the door was opening and your Vincent Vega was walking in with a hesitant expression.

“Over here!” You called him over with a wave. You watched as the man’s expression settled on you, before he was stepping towards you and stopping at your side, eyeing your cousin.

“This is... your friend?” your cousin tilted his head, eyeing the Doctor with a sideways glance.

“’ello!” the Doctor grinned from your side, hesitance waning for the sake of proper introduction, which he really did love. The man gave your cousin a friendly wave, “I’m the Doctor.”

“The Doctor?” your cousin blinked at the Doctor before turning his confusion to you. You gave your relative a grin, setting your hand on the Doctor’s shoulder before nodding. “Alright, well,” your cousin clapped his hands together in an inviting gesture, “(Y/N), Doctor, enjoy the party then! Everyone’s here, and they’re all dying to see you!”

By everyone, your cousin really did mean everyone. The two of you had grown up in the same neighborhood, had gone to the same school and of course, had the same group of friends. Everyone you knew, your cousin knew as well. So, everyone really would be here.

You turned your head to watch as more people entered your cousin’s house, he threw a wave at them before grinning, “mingle,” he suggested, “I’ve gotta go play host some more. Have fun!”

You watched your cousin disappear to talk to the newcomers, a group of his sports friends you hadn’t seen in years. Some threw a wave back at you, and you returned it easily.

When you turned back to the Doctor he was looking around at everyone already mingling, eyed following around to the activities and dancing going on, “these people,” he mumbled, “they’re dressed as creatures. A mummy, a siren—is that a clown? Your cousin was a vampire...”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “and we’re dressed up as Mia and Vincent—and my friend over there is a pirate, and that guy is Mario. It’s all make believe, just for fun.”

“Right,” the Doctor gave a nod.

“Now,” you called excitedly, “let’s go see the jack-o-lanterns and carved pumpkins, ooh, and we can bob for apples. Haven’t done that in years.”

“I’m sorry, what?” the Doctor tilted his head at you, but he looked curious. And a curious Doctor was a fun Doctor.

“I’ll show you,” you promised, “it’s fun. Trust me.” You grabbed the man’s hand, not waiting for a response as you dragged him through the party to where the music was the loudest and the activities were set up.

The Doctor loved the activities, as far as you could tell, at least. He dove right into bobbing for apples, competing good naturedly with some of the other guys surrounding the tub of water. You’d decided against dunking your head in the water, in fear that your Mia makeup would run and smear if wet.

You’d barely put any on the Doctor, but he still somehow managed to look like Vincent. You still couldn’t believe that the clothing the Doctor was wearing right now had been on the TARDIS already. You’d barely had to add anything to the look.

Every activity you stumbled upon; the Doctor seemed to enjoy. He even carved a pumpkin (an image of a Dalek, which he’d done when you mentioned people liked to carve scary things in the spirit of the holiday). People didn’t know what it was, but they all loved his creativity and carving.

“So, who’s the handsome lad you brought with you tonight?” You looked to your side, where your longest friend was standing beside you. “And better question, where do I find one of my own?”

“His name’s the Doctor,” you informed, before grinning, “and he’s one of a kind. Sorry.”

“Figures,” your friend sighed, not even questioning the man’s name like you’d thought they would’ve, “the two of you are cute together, he seems to really like you.”

You opened your mouth to deny the fact when your friend continued on, “I mean, he’d have to like you a lot to do a couples costume. I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”

“I’m not,” you swallowed, “we’re just friends. And we’re just matching. Where’s the harm in that?”

“Sure,” your friend shrugged, “and I’m the Queen of England. You dressed him up in a costume matching yours and you try to tell me he’s just a friend?”

“Just friends,” you insisted, but you knew you were blushing, “and leave him alone, would you? He’s... not like us. He’s never had a Halloween like this.”

“Sure,” your friend shrugged, “I just wanted to check in before you take off like you always do and I don’t see you for months. And now, you come back with this boyfriend no one’s ever seen, hopefully you don’t make a habit of that.”

“Not my boy-”

“Yeah, yeah,” your friend laughed, “maybe not yet. Best friend’s intuition, it’ll happen, (Y/N).” Your friend gave you a teasing grin before leaving you to watch the Doctor carve the finishing touches on his Dalek pumpkin.

Your friend teasing you was just the beginning of it. The amount of times old friends of yours came up to you and asked if you and the Doctor were dating, or if the Doctor was your boyfriend, or, even commenting that they didn’t know you were seeing someone was absurd. And everyone commenting on how amazing the two of you looked as Mia and Vincent (or just the matching, couple-y costumes in general if they didn’t know the characters) was overwhelming.

And the Doctor would just grin brightly and wrap his arm around your shoulders or peck your cheek while you tried to tell people he was not, in fact, your boyfriend. At least he was having a good time.

The teasing smile he gave you whenever someone would walk away after assuming the two of you were together would almost be annoying if it weren’t for the brightness of the smile.

“Maybe I was wrong,” the Doctor said when the two of you finally stepped out of the party.

The Doctor had made his way through every activity, debunked anything that was supposed to be scary for you (even if he didn’t need too), and greeted everyone in attendance with cheerfulness. You were almost certain he’d enjoyed himself, at least a little.

“Wrong?” you prompted, taking his hand and leading him down your cousin’s driveway and away from the party.

“A bit,” the man shrugged, “that was pretty nice. Maybe I don’t hate Halloween after all. All the dangerous creatures around us, but nothing trying to harm us, eh? What a change of pace.”

“That’s the fun of it,” you agreed with a smile, “just for tonight, you can be anything you want. No one will tell you you look weird, everyone just goes with the flow.”

“You humans are strange creatures, you know? Now, I still don’t know about the costumes though,” the man pulled on his shirt, “not sure I pull it off, y’know?”

“You look fine.”

The two of you walked slowly towards the TARDIS. The Doctor had parked the space and time machine a bit away from the party, like you’d suggested so no one would find it and the night of tricks. You could barely imagine the Doctor’s rage had the TARDIS been egged or, covered in toilet paper as a stupid Halloween prank.

A couple costumed children ran past you, laughing and giggling as they moved up the walkway of the house you were currently walking in front of. The Doctor paused to watch, and you stopped as well.

“Trick or treat!” the youngsters cheered when the door was pulled open. You strained to hear the conversation as the woman to answer the door cooed at their costumes and dropped some sweets into their trick or treat bags.

“What’re they doing?” the Doctor turned to look at you.

“Trick or treating,” you explained, “it’s something the kids do every year. Houses hand out sweets and the children go door to door collecting them in costume. It’s fun,” you told him, “there’s nothing better when you’re little.”

“Did you?” The Doctor asked softly, still observing the bright smiles on the children’s faces as the moved onto the next house.

“’course,” you grinned, “did the whole neighborhood every year. Loads of sweets to eat.”

The man’s expression brightened into a wide smile, “let’s do it!” he exclaimed, “c’mon, (Y/N), trick or treat with me, I know you want too! Live a little!”

“Doctor...” you paused, looking at the man’s wide eyes, bright with a childish glow. He was nothing but a child on the inside. And you should know that, if you hadn’t already, by the way that man had been mesmerized by all the activities at the party.

You really didn’t have the heart to tell the man that adults didn’t trick or treat, and that it was actually kind of frowned upon. Trick or treating was really for the young kids, and usually stopped around teen years. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to say, especially not when he was bouncing on his feels in excitement. “Sure, Doctor. Let’s go to a couple houses.”

Surprisingly, no one made any fuss about the Gallifreyan trick or treating at their houses. It was almost like everyone could sense the man had no ill intent, and really just wanted to experience trick or treating. It was like those who answered the doors could tell he’d never been before, and was overjoyed at the thought just like any other kid to come to their home.

The two of you returned to the TARDIS a bit later than you’d thought, pockets full of sweets and candies handed out by the lovely homeowners you’d visited.

“I’ve changed my mind,” the man called as he emptied his pockets onto the TARDIS console. You were sure that they’d be shot around the room in the next few minutes, but didn’t really mind, “that,” he gestured to the door, “was brilliant. Halloween is brilliant. You... you humans, you’re all brillant!”

“Thanks, I think,” you snorted. “So, you had fun then?”

“Oh yeah,” the man grinned, “loads’ve it! I’ve really been missing out, haven’t I? Trick or treating, and Halloween, who’d’ve thought it could be that fun?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, since you’d tried to tell him that earlier. It wasn’t worth it, not when the Doctor was in just a good mood.

“You know, (Y/N),” the Doctor called, not looking away from what he was doing.

“Hm?”

“Next year, we’ll dress up as Thijarians. We’ll definitely win the costume contest dressed as Thijarians.”

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Hope you enjoyed! And sorry it’s a day late! I would say prompt me again if it’s not what you’re looking for, but I’ll feel wird posting a Halloween fic a ways after Halloween. Hope you all had a good holiday (and stayed safe!).

Thank you to the person who prompted this, I hope you enjoyed it!

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pinksparklelps · 4 years

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-Hollow, Ghost and Hornet-

• Ghost takes handfuls of candy at those take one bowls

• Hornet scolded them at the beginning but was tired of their shit halfway thru the night

• Hollow wasn't planning on going but Ghost dragged them along anyway

• Sibling bonding amirite

• Hornet sometimes gets candy cuz she gets mistaken for a trick or treater

• Shes just keeping her siblings in line but they dont need to know that

-Lace-

• Stalking Hornets group

• Occasionally flirts with Hornet and gets smacced by Ghost

• "dont touch the sister"

• She doesn't listen

• "c'mon gimme some sugar little spider-"

• "fuck off Lace"

-Grimm n the troupe-

• The local clowns

• Grimmkin celebrate Halloween everyday because spooky time

• "ITS MARCH"

• "Spooky Scary Skeletons go brrrr"

• Grimm takes Grimmchild trick or treating

• He becomes a child himself

• Halloween is his favorite

• Brumm stays back to hand out candy and make sure Divine doesn't terrorize the town

• He isn't successful

-Quirrel-

• Decided to let the siblings go alone

• Hornet can handle it right?

• Likes to hang around Monomom or the library

• "Quirrel go celebrate you can leave"

• "mmmnah"

• "CHILD-"

• Monomom has to drag him out of the archives

-The Dreamers-

• Lurien simps PK so he attends the yearly party just to bask in his presence

• Herrah couldn't care less

• She goes to prank everyone

• Mostly the king

• Monomon is that friend who wants you to stop but also keep going to see what happens

• Lurien freaks out about Herrahs plans against the king

• He can't stop her

• fucking twig man

-Tiso and God Tamer-

• Tiso wants to do Halloween stuff but

• "real warriors dont do such childish stuff"

• God Tamer ignores him

• She takes her beast to prank people

• Beast gets candy as reward

• Tiso is silently jealous

• Let him have candy too

-Pale Fork and White Lady-

• They host the Halloween party duh

• PK doesn't want Grimm there but he shows up anyway

• WL is sweet and made party bags to take home

• A small 'thanks for coming!'

• Shes the best mom

• Ghost crashes the party and fucks with fork man

• "UNHAND ME VESSEL"

• "no fuck you"

• WL laughs at him but helps tiny husband anyway

-Radiance-

• she wasn't invited to the good spooky times

• :(

• Rift shows up just to give her a small gift and some candy

• Moths nice to moths

• Be nice to momma moth

• Radi will fuck with PK

• Ghost will allow this

Bonus!

My Ocs!

-Rift (moth) and Atma-

• Silently pining for each other

• Fucking oblivious cuties

• Rift is short so Atma takes her to the store and puts random hats on her

• Atma scares her too

• Chaotic vessel does chaotic things

• Rift gets mistaken for a child sometimes

• Angy moth floof up

• "FUCK YOU IM AVERAGE SIZE"

-Zillah, Amaya and Rift (vessel)-

• Shadow squad pranks the entire town and never get caught

• Amaya occasionally messes with Atma and Rift (moth)

• "ey whens the wedding?"

• "aMAYA-"

• Zillah uses her mossy camouflage to scare the mosskin

• She also draws on the walls of the palace while PK is distracted

• Rift (vessel) hangs with the Grimm Troupe most of the night

• heehoo fire gang cool

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I wasn't feeling inspired anymore so the special doesn't exist. This is what you get instead.

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wrctings · 4 years

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Bill Guarnere x fem!reader | Happy Halloween

happy october 31st everyone! for this imagine, i’m mixing two of my favourite things, halloween and this angry (actually soft inside) italian <3 🎃 (this is based on the character portrayed by frank john hughes, all my respect goes to the real bill guarnere and his family, which i by no means mean to disrespect). I wrote this while listening to The Yodeling Ghost by Bring Crosby and The Andrews Sisters, so that could be a nice song to read this to ❣️

October 31st, 1945

You stopped in the kitchen doorway to a sight that coated your heart with a warmth that even the thickest of blankets couldn’t have generated. You almost didn’t want to enter the room anymore, a smile instantly lightening your features as you allowed your gaze to longer linger on the scene you had just walked in on, coming to a halt as though unwilling to shatter the moment you had just caught.

“Daddy, when are we going to go?” A little girl, no older than ten, with bright eyes fixed upon her dad’s frame, was gently tugging at the man’s shirt.

“Soon, Y/child’s/n, soon. I swear you’re even more impatient that I am, aren’t you?” Bill shook his head but a twinkle of fondness could also easily be discerned in the man’s gaze, which briefly landed upon his daughter’s face before his attention went back to the reason why the child’s patience was wearing out. Indeed, on the table before Bill sat an emptied pumpkin — its innards and light-coloured, almond-like seeds having been set aside in a nearby bowl —, and your husband was making an effort to craftily dig into it with a knife.

“Then we’ll go?” Y/child’s/n asked hopefully, hauling herself on tiptoe to better observe Bill’s endeavour.

“Then we’ll go,” he promised, cutting through the hardened surface of the fruit with quite a bit of struggle to form of a serrated mouth. “I swear you’re even more impatient than me, aren’t you?” he gave her a quick smile as he continued his task. Once he was done with carving such an outline, he could then push the cut-out surface out of the way, leaving a whole in the shape of a grin. ‘There you go,” Bill put the knife down, rubbing his hands together as he took a final look at his creation, then seized the pumpkin and showed it to your daughter. “What do you think?”

“It’s not a very scary pumpkin...,” the little girl commented with a chuckle, though her face showed a pleased expression.

“Not a very scary pumpkin? Let me tell you, I’d be really scared if I came across a pumpkin like that,” Bill retorted, giving the pumpkin a fake suspicious look that made your daughter laugh, and you couldn’t help but join in. This drew your husband’s attention, whom gave you a joyful glance as soon as he noticed your presence in the doorway. “See,” he continued, addressing the girl, “I wouldn’t trust it too much. But thanks to it, I have a feeling somebody’s gonna get some candy tonight.”

“I have the same feeling,” you said fondly, stepping inside the room to join your daughter and husband. Bill got up, leaning on his prosthesis to regain his balance, and gave you an affectionate smile before he washed pumpkin flesh off his hands.

“Mommy, are you going to go treat-or-treating with me and daddy?” Y/child’s/name wrapped her small hands around your leg as she shifted her head backwards to give you an inquisitive look.

“Do you want me to?” you replied tenderly, hearing Bill’s footsteps come closer behind your back, meaning that it would soon be time to grant your daughter’s wish.

“Yes!” she answered cheerfully. “Please come with us!"

“Then count me in,” you stroke your daughter’s back, nodding decidedly. “But before that, you need to put on your costume. Come on, I’ll help you out. I’m sure that daddy will manage not to get too scared of Mr Pumpkin even if we leave him alone with him for a bit,” you gave Bill a playful, loving smile.

“I’ll be on the lookout for anything suspicious from Mr Pumpkin,” Bill answered gravely, and the two of you exchanged a knowing and affectionate glance as you were leaving the kitchen in your daughter’s wake.

You were standing at the bottom of the staircase a quarter of an hour later, readjusting Y/child’s/n’s halloweeny cape as the little girl expectantly hopped up and down, struggling to remain immobile.

“Daddy! Look!” As soon as Bill appeared in the doorframe, she spun on her heels to face him, a proud beam shimmering upon her lips. “I’m a vampire!”

“Wow,” holding the pumpkin he had carved earlier, your husband came closer to take a thorough look at the girl’s new disguise. “You’re a terrifying little vampire! Ain’t nobody stands a chance against you.”

“Now I can scare Mr Pumpkin if he tries to scare you,” Y/child’s/n announced confidently, eyeing the jack-o’-lantern as if she was giving it a warning. Such a bravely sweet statement made Bill’s and yours parent’s hearts melt and your husband picked her up, momentarily putting the pumpkin down so he could plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he told her with a smile not devoid of emotion as you rubbed his shoulder.

The three of you then put their shoes on, Bill once again getting hold of the jack-o’-lantern, and you took off for the Halloween-night trick-or-treating which your daughter had been awaiting so impatiently. The sun had already almost set, only remnants of fading warm light rippling upon the ginger and brown leaves that rustled on the trees all around, but most of the houses’ porches were alit with lanterns or lights, some of them even placed inside of carved pumpkins used as decorations. You were not the only ones to have gone out on that evening, meeting some your neighbours whom you greeted before your daughter energetically shot the decisive question: trick or treat? Even without approaching the houses, your pumpkin already filled with a few pieces of candy, which your daughter counted before urging you to go up to the first front door. Her father lifted her up so she could ring the doorbell by herself, and you waited for your neighbours to show up, Bill carrying your pumpkin-container while you were in charge of other sweets that you could give away for other trick-or-treaters.

“Good evening,” you greeted the woman who opened the door, a sheepish smile slipping onto your lips as your daughter joyfully exclaimed: trick or treat, even forgetting to say hello first.

“Well, look at you,” the woman laughed kindly, visibly finding the child’s enthusiasm endearing. “Good evening. I’ll see what I can do for you.” She reappeared a few moments later, carrying a piece of chocolate candy that she put into the pumpkin that Y/child’s/n insisted on taking from Bill. “There you go.”

“Thank you very much, Ma’am,” your daughter replied, this time not giving politeness a miss, which got her another smile from the woman.

“Thank you, we’re sorry for the trouble,” Bill apologised, though giving your daughter a fond glance as he did so.

“It’s nothing, I’m glad I won’t be tricked by this very frightening vampire,” the woman shook her head breezily, but your daughter’s face shone with pride at the fact that your neighbour had got her costume right, and found her scary.

After warmly wishing the woman a good evening, you set toward your next destination. To make your daughter content, you decided to try your luck at all the houses bordering your street, and thankfully got a positive response from every one of their inhabitants — to give away candy was one of Halloween night’s customs, so everybody played along in a joyous atmosphere, especially since your daughter managed to remain polite in spite of her being giddy with excitement. You and Bill couldn’t have been prouder, congratulating the girl on her behaviour and promising her that she would get to taste some of the candy you had collected when you would come home.

Your little expedition came to an end around an hour later, tiredness starting to weigh upon Y/child’s/n as you left the front yard of the last house you had visited. Her eyelids fluttering shut while you were heading back home, Bill ended up picking her up, handing you the jack-o’-lantern, and cradling her in his arms so she could rest peacefully. Although she awoke when your husband and you took her up the stairs leading to her room, then helping your daughter undress and get into bed, her misty state of mind made the drowsy little girl forget all about candy and she quickly cuddled up to her stuffed animal, letting you tuck her in and tenderly kiss her goodnight. You softly closed the door, your daughter already fast asleep, and found yourself alone with Bill.

The two of you quietly went back downstairs, careful not to make any loud noises lest you disturbed Y/child’s/n’s slumber, and in a few minutes you were inside the living room, the door shut behind you. Warmth was flooding the room, the fireplace still ablaze with remnants of fluttering flames and the wood inside crackling cosily, which made an appeased sigh part your lips. You were home.

“Y/child’s/nickname fell asleep quickly tonight,” Bill commented, taking your hand in his. “That was a really good Halloween celebration.”

“But it’s not over yet,” you had had an idea, a smile now spreading upon your face as you let go of your husband’s hand. You came up to the radio stationed near the fireplace, turning it on, and after a few seconds of uncertain hissing and murmuring from the frequency modulation, music spilled from the machine, its jazzy notes instantly swirling in the air and engulfing you and Bill in their rhythm, smooth and ample like velvet to the ears. Matching the date, you realised that it was Halloween-themed after catching some of the lyrics.

“There,” you grinned, turning back around to meet Bill’s inquisitive gaze. Moving along to the song, you came back to him, putting your arms over the man’s shoulders. “Now, I’ve got you all for myself,” you murmured with longing playfulness, your mouth still curved.

“I’m all yours, darling,” your husband’s dark eyes anchored in yours, he slid his arms around your back, his body drifting along the shifting of yours. He had never told you out loud, but dancing with you had always felt incredibly special to him; in spite of losing his leg, it made him feel whole, like he could do anything. Like he was still himself — and he was. He was incredibly strong, and you would forever be proud of him.

As you danced, Bill kissed you slowly, savouring every contact that you shared, before pulling away, which allowed you to look into his face. Waltzing shadows from the fireplace were grazing his skin, skin which you had left so many breathless kisses on, and the amber of his iris appeared lighter in the dimly-lit living room, reflecting the glistening of embers in the fireplace. You had feared losing him so intensely, back when you went through the war together, and now he was standing there in front of you, so alive. And even though the memories of what happened after you had learnt about Bill’s injury still sometimes cut through you like a blade — sobbing uncontrollably in Cpt. Winters’s foxhole, Cpt. Nixon had even offered you his flask of alcohol as Richard had tried to console you best he could —, at least your pain had been alleviated by the certainty that he had made it. You had come home to him, and he had been there.

But on that merry Halloween evening, nothing could have clouded the sheer and simple happiness of dancing with your husband to a spooky tune. You hands in his, you moved along to the music, your merry state of mind translating into the suavity with which your limbs moved in synch; Bill had even forgotten about his prosthetic, feeling like every move was effortless with you. Though being the night of horror, for the two of you that 31st of October was marked with blissfulness that would have made even the scariest of creatures meek. And perhaps, at that very moment, some ghost was watching you from the corner of the room, daydreaming about a long-lost love that it had suddenly set its mind to find again.

#bill guarnere #bill guarnere x reader #bill guarnere imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #BoB #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers fanfiction #writing #my writing

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lokigayforhela · 4 years

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ooo i have a couple for the halloween drabbles: 1. maybe hela isn't familiar with halloween and reader has to explain it and trick or treaters knock on the door and Hela is confused but its ~cute~ 2. sexy costumes nsfw lmao

thank you! I wanted to keep these as two separate little fics, so I’ll write and upload the costume one later. I might combine it with one of my other prompts, too, possibly, if it works? We’ll see. But I hope you enjoy this one~

Fall was your favorite season. The crisp air, the brightly-colored leaves, the Halloween decorations. Everything came together so perfectly, and as soon as the calendar hit September first, every year, without fail, you dragged out your large storage box of Halloween decorations and set about putting them all up.

It was with a handful of fake cobwebs and an adornment of several completely different Halloween accessories on various body parts that you greeted Hela as she came in from having lunch with her brothers, and you could tell from her expression that she was both lost and a little concerned.

“Hey... How was lunch?“

Hela only blinked one in confusion, and your attempt at nonchalance was immediately dashed. “...what are you doing? And what is all this?” She gestured to a few of the decorations you’d already put up, including, but not limited to, a garland of ghosts, a bat hanging from the ceiling fan, and more pumpkins than you could count on both hands scattered around the room.

“...it’s Halloween.“

“Come again?“

It was moments like these that reminded you that Hela, having been raised on Asgard, had absolutely no idea about most Midgardian traditions, and you realized you’d have a lot of explaining to do with this one.

“...come help me with these webs and I’ll explain.“

Hela still looked extremely confused, but she obediently set down her bag and crossed over to you, mimicking your motions as you pulled the web apart to stretch it out for Optimal coverage.

“Halloween is a holiday that we have here on Midgard. It dates back to thousands of years ago. The Celtics believed that on All Hallows’ Eve, the line between the living and the dead blurred, and so they would wear costumes on that night, to sort of... fit in with the ghosts so they wouldn’t be scared, I think? Something like that. It’s been a while since I read up on my Halloween history, but you get the general gist of it, and regardless, the traditions have changed over time.“

Hela nodded slowly. “And... what does any of that have to do with... this?” She held up some of the web, and you laughed softly.

“Well, some people like to decorate for Halloween. There’s all sorts of things you can do. You can put up plastic or fake decorations like these, people carve pumpkins, they dress up and host Halloween parties with bobbing for apples and alcohol, which is not a good mix, if you ask me. Some people like Halloween so much that they make it their lifestyle, kinda. Remember how I explained to you what Goths were when people asked if you were one?“

Hela nodded, and you smiled a little.

“Kinda like that.“

Hela said nothing as you gestured for her to move over to the bedroom so you could tuck the cobwebs around the corners to cover the front of it. “...so you’re one of those people that likes Halloween a lot then?”

You laughed softly. “I suppose I am, yes. I don’t keep all of my decorations up year-round, but... now that we have this nice place all to ourselves, I might keep some of it up. If you’d like that, I mean.”

Hela smiled gently, an expression reserved solely for you. “”If it makes you happy, then that makes me happy.”

You couldn’t not kiss her when she was being so sweet, and when you drew back, you smiled. “Come on. I’ll show you what else I have.”

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Over the course of the next two months, you fully embraced the Halloween spirit, both because it was Your Season, and also so that Hela could experience everything that made Halloween Halloween. You took her to corn mazes, and to haunted houses, and let her try apple cider and pumpkin spice lattes, and Hela enjoyed every moment of it.

But it wasn’t until Halloween night, when you were both dressed in your costumes, you as a witch and Hela as a cat, because it was the Most you could get her to dress up, and even then, she’d seemed to only do it please you, when you heard the doorbell ring and headed for the door with a bucket of candy that you realized you hadn’t explained everything as Hela looked at you quizzically.

“...what are you doing?“ she asked, watching from down the hall as you opened the door and greeted a group of trick-or-treaters, all dressed up and cheerfully holding out their bags.

You waited until they had left before you turned to Hela. “...this is called trick-or-treating. I can’t believe I forgot to explain trick-or-treating, the practical hallmark of Halloween.”

Hela quirked an eyebrow, and you huffed out a laugh. “Ah... So on Halloween night, children dress up, like we are, and they go from door to door to get candy.” You tossed Hela a little Snickers from the bowl of candy. “...do you want to do the next one?”

“...I don’t know...“ Hela wasn’t usually one to be uncertain, but you’d noticed it happened most often when it came to something new, and you always encouraged Hela to step out of her comfort zone, even when it came to the most mundane of practices.

“It’s really easy. We’ll set up a couple of chairs outside the door and take turns. I’ll go first, so you can see what to do, okay?“ You reached for her hand and kissed it gently as she nodded.

“....alright.“

It didn’t take long for the next round of trick-or-treaters to come around, and you smiled softly at Hela as they approached and you offered them their candy after they greeted you. You passed the bowl to Hela in preparation for the next group, and encouraged her softly when they came up to her, smiling when Hela seemed to relax, as well when she realized how nice the children were.

“See? Not so bad.“

“...not so bad.“

For hours, the two of you sat out on your doorstep and handed out candy, complimenting costumes and waving at babies as different families came and went, and by the time you got ready to head inside for the night, you couldn’t help but notice the smile on Hela’s face.

“...fun, right?“ You smiled as you locked the door behind yourself, watching as Hela sat the chairs back at the dining room table.

“...lots of fun. Can we do it again?“

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “We get to do this every year.”

Hela smiled impossibly more, and you felt your heart absolutely melt at the sight. “I can’t wait.”

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #marvel #oneshot #mine #fluffy #spoopy #its spoopy szn

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