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lalacliffthorne · 17 days ago

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pumpkins, movie nights and a halloween party - autumn and spooky season headcanons (remastered) 🦇🎃💀

bc not writing anything to honor one of my favourite seasons and holidays would be a crime.

spooky season is one of your favourites

anything witchy and slightly shudder-inducing causes massive increases in your general happiness

so in true witchy fashion

Mor, Feyre and you decide that it will only truly be beginning of spooky season once you have carved jack'o'lanterns

you argue you can use them for Rhys's big annual Halloween party -

but really, you just want to carve pumpkins and make a mess

and so, the first week of October you meet at the flat

Feyre brings the pumpkins in two big wooden crates the two of you lug up the stairs

you have ordered a bunch of sharp knives for the occasion

and Mor brings drinks

tho, as she says as she places them on the counter with a meaningful eyebrow-raise

those are better left untouched until any activities including sharp objects are finished

"Huh."

You raise your head, and Mor squints.

"Is it me... or does this guy look a little more like Vlad the Impaled?"She turns her pumpkin, and both Feyre and you cackle. Mor grins and wiggles her brows.

You're sitting in the kitchen, the big table covered with a picknick blanket to protect the wood from the big bowls with stinky gourd intestines. Candles are flickering in the window, the speakers are connected to Feyre's phone and playing some halloween playlist, and there are mugs with steaming hot chocolate standing in front of all of you.

Feyre and Mor are perched on the couch, your best friend squinting in focus while Mor's tongue sticks out the corner of her mouth in concentration. You're sitting on one of the chairs, one leg pulled up as you happily saw a grimace into the pumpkin in front of you. You're going for a traditional evil grin. Feyre is carving some intricate side profile of a witch with a crooked hat, and Mor is winging it.

The front door opens, and you hear three pairs of heavy footsteps and the shuffle of jackets being shed. But you only raise your head once you hear Cassian's deep, familiar voice.

"Hello la-", he breaks off mid sentence and sniffles, his charming grin melting into a grimace. "The fuck -"

Rhys pushes past him, nose crunched as he heads for the window. "God, it stinks in here."

"Eh,", all three of you echo, brows crunched in focus.

"Who thought it was a good idea to supply you three with sharp knives?" Cassian leans into the doorframe, smirking lazily as he crosses his arms, and Mor raises her head, slowly beginning to smile sweetly.

"Why...?" She switches her grip on her knife to prop the handle onto the table and smiles brighter and wider, and there's a soft, amused huff that makes you raise your head again.

Azriel pushes past Cassian, one corner of his lips twitching as he throws his best friend a look.

"Dug yourself right into that one."

Your breath catches at the sight of your boyfriend. His hair is tousled from the wind outside, his shoulders straining against his t-shirt as he moves past Rhys.

Mor waves her knife at Cassian playfully, and you grin up at Azriel when he slowly comes to stand behind you. His hands close around the backrest, muscles shifting under his shirt, and straightening in your seat a little, you crane your neck to look up at him.

Your eyes find amber ones, warm in the flickering light of the candles, the golden specks twinkling in amusement when he lightly arches a brow at you, and your heart leaps happily.

You feel the muscles in Azriel's arms shift when you lean the back of your head against them and beam up at him. "Hi."

"Hi." Azriel's low, deep voice vibrates through you, slow and amused, and you feel your smile widen.

"They gave me a knife."

Somewhere to your left, Cassian begins to laugh, his shoulders shaking as his head falls back.

Azriel stares back down at you, and slowly, very slowly, a smirk spreads over his face, and your heart leaps against your ribs as a flutter rises in your chest at the sight of the creases in his cheeks and the lazy twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah?" His warm, deep voice trickles down your spine, and you widen your eyes and whisper loudly: "Actually, I just took it."

"Oh, dear God." Rhys turns his eyes towards the ceiling exasperatedly, and Mor cackles while Feyre starts rolling with laughter.

You beam up at Azriel, and your breath hitches when his lips curve and he sends you a light wink.

the finished pumpkins are placed all over the flat and the balcony, with candles flickering inside every evening

it's the cue for the start of several movie nights

for the ones where it's only you and the boys, you hole up in one of your rooms

it's usually yours

(Cass claims it's bc it smells the nicest

Rhys usually retorts that bc you don't leave smelly socks lying around)

but also 9/10 times, the ambience in your bed room is just cosiest

you light candles and fairy lights

drag several blankets into your room

and turn your bed into one big cozy pit

on the nights where it's the whole gang

you usually make a sleepover of it

you and Cass turn the living room into one big cozy landscape

you push the couch table to the side, drag mattresses from your rooms and push them into between the couches

then you fill everything with pillows and blankets

since the colder months have started, Rhys and you spend even more time in the kitchen

you use every opportunity you have, and the movie nights aren't any different

so usually, the flat smells like apples, cinnamon and butter when Feyre and Mor arrive

the latter and Cass have claimed spots as designated taste testers for new recipes

which means most times, Mor makes a beeline for the kitchen, grinning and pressing a smacking kiss onto your cheek in greeting before giggling happily at the food

Feyre usually brings non-baking related snacks, for which Cassian hugs the shit out of her

she still doesn't look like she's used to that yet

then, as it gets dark outside, you all change into pyjamas and huddle up in the living room

it's usually a bit of scooching and wiggling until everyone is comfortable

sometimes, you and the girls all curl up on the mattresses on the floor, propped up and surrounded by dozens of pillows

the boys all stretched out on the couches, Cassian and Azriel kicking at each other in a fight for the big blanket

other times, Rhys and Cass claim the mattresses while Feyre and Mor huddle up on one couch and you end up curled against Azriel's chest

his scarred hand slipped under your hoodie, his chest warm and solid against your back and his chin dropped against your head

you playing with his fingers and huddling into your blanket happily, your heart thrumming

there are candles lit everywhere, the window sills, the dining table, the shelves

Rhys keeps everyone supplied with big mugs full of steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream

bowls with snacks distributed and handed back and forth between you

the actual choice of movie depends of who gets to the remote the quickest

you watch some classics like hocus pocus or corpse bride on the nights one of you girls get your turn

when Cassian is quickest, you end up buried under a blanket between Mor and Feyre with only your noses peeking out while a full on horror movie plays in the back

it's got its funny moments

but most of the time, you're hiding your face against Mor's shoulder, flinching everytime she squeaks

for more spooky vibes, Mor drags you to a Halloween themed dinner she's been dying to go to for two years now in the second week of October

it's at a restaurant located in the old part of the city, with small crammed tables under big stone arches

the place went all in with the decorating, and the menu holds all kind of spooky takes

you're very impressed with the life-like spider cake

you can even choose from several witchy potions/drinks and "brew" them yourselves

safe to say, you have the time of your lives

Rhys takes you to a screening of some old black and white horror movie a couple of days later

you deck yourself with drinks and snacks and occupy two of the fancy velvet chairs in the last row

your legs thrown over Rhys's knees so his long legs have space and your giggles barely suppressed against his shoulder while Rhys grins and steals your popcorn

like every year, spooky season mounts in Rhys's big annual halloween party

this year, he has decided, after a quick vote, that the big annual halloween party will not actually be that big

read: you'll hold it at the flat

which means, it will still be one hell of a party

just a bit less fancy

and a few less people

...

which just means more exclusive and still with a shit ton of people

bc who are we kidding

Rhys will still go all in - he's just not in the mood of the hassle that comes with a pompous location

and a smaller party means that he gets to create a fancy buffet

you go shopping for decorations a week before Halloween

Rain is pattering against the window, the smell of coffee hanging in the air as you giggle under your breath and try to fight off Azriel's fork that keeps lazily swiping pieces of pancake from your plate. You've made them for breakfast, with caramelised apples that made Cass groan when he came in earlier to get his water bottle before leaving for the gym. Now you're sitting at the table, the sky outside dark and grey and Azriel opposite of you, steaming mugs in front of you and Azriel's plate empty.

"Hey, darling?"

You raise your head at the sound of Rhys's deep voice, and Azriel easily swipes a whole fork of pancake and apples from your plate. You curse softly, and Rhys sticks his head through the kitchen door.

"Are you busy today?"

You glare at your boyfriend who lounges in his chair, his lips curving as he chews slowly, a lazy crease forming in his cheek when he sends you a light wink.

You glower, and Azriel's eyes twinkle in the warm light like he's trying not to laugh.

There's the sound of fingers snapping, and when both you and Azriel tear your eyes away from each other and look towards the door, Rhys smirks and leans a shoulder against the door.

"You know, I was going to ask whether you wanted to come shop for decorations for the party, but looking at the two of you, how am I supposed to tear you apart?"

In unison, Az and you roll your eyes and flip him off.

Rhys grins until he looks like the Cheshire Cat. "Look at that, you even share the same brain cell..."

"Why is he so mean?", you grumble, digging into the last bit of your pancakes.

"Probably in heat,", Azriel mumbles under his breath, his lips twitching when Rhys snorts and you fall into a giggle fit.

"Okay, seriously, sweetheart; I could use your help." Rhys pushes off the doorframe.

"I mean,", you pick up your mug and shrug, "technically, you could use Az's help too, to carry stuff." Innocently, you blink over the rim of your cup.

Azriel's eyes narrow, and he starts to glower at you.

You feel your lips twitch. Then you look over towards the door, catching Rhys's gaze, and at the same time, you both start to grin.

"C'mon, Azzie boy." Rhys's smirk is positively wicked when he winks at his best friend. "Bet your girlfriend's gonna be very happy with you if you tag along..."

Azriel's grumpy glare would make most people cower.

With Rhys, it just makes his grin grow until it nearly splits his face as he raises his brows.

Azriel's scowl deepens, then his eyes flicker towards you. He looks like he's regretting it the same second, because you're beaming at him, wide and cheeky as you raise your brows.

"Please...?"

Rhys laughs, his head falling back and shoulders shaking, and Azriel glares at you.

Still, you're almost sure to see an amused flicker in his eyes when he rolls them.

safe to say, when you leave the flat half an hour later, Azriel is behind you, wearing a thick jacket over his hoodie and raising his brows at you when you beam up at him

you're definitely sure you see the corners of his lips twitching lightly tho

Mor comes too, bc she's a sucker for shopping

and bc you need her car

Rhys has located the best shops for decoration in town

you and Mor get excited over and over again, eyes widening and squeezing each other's hands whenever you spy something new

Azriel just trails after you, a faintly amused expression on his face while Rhys chuckles at your exciement

at the first store, you buy loads of fake spiderwebs and dozens of big black spiders

also an array of skulls and skeleton hands you can use for candle holders and the buffet

Mor scares the crap out of you when she uses one of the hands to gently scratch the back of your head when you're not looking

you nearly die, darting into Azriel's chest

and Mor cackles for five whole minutes

Azriel's is so obviously trying not to laugh that his eyes crinkle at the corners as you bury your face in his chest

Rhys doesn't even try

at the next store, you get a whole bunch of candles, a whole armada floating candles you can hang off the ceiling and a ridiculous amount of paper bats

you get a giggle fit when Mor holds one up next to Azriel's head and contemplates the uncanny resemblance

the glare Azriel levels her with would make the biggest man cower

Mor just grins widely

you also find mugs shaped like black cauldrons and wine glasses with stems like skeletal hands for the bar

after lunch, Rhys makes a pit stop to confirm the rental of a fog machine

the store he's going to rent it from is big and with a massive load of things to rent, like human sized skeletons and witches

Mor pretends to dramatically waltz through one of the wide aisles, pulling you with her until you fall into fits of giggles

Azriel watches, dimple digging into his cheeks and eyes twinkling

Rhys decides to rent some spotlights as well to really make the fog shine and half a dozen of the big skeletons

then you're on your way again

Mor's car is pretty stuffed already at this point, but you make two more stops

at the first, you get a massive assortment of funkily shaped bottles and some stuff for the buffet

at the second, you buy table cloth, witches hats and some fake ravens

a couple of days later, Rhys and you go shopping for the food

you visit several supermarkets to get everything for the dozens of snacks he has planned, all spookily on theme

your pinterest has been great help when it comes to inspiration

you also get a massive amount of booze for the bar, including loads of glittering ones, a huge load of crushed ice and stuff for spooky garnish

the day before the party, Rhys and you spend in the kitchen

you make a little pre-party of it, with music and hot cider as you prepare most of the snacks

little spider cakes inspired by your and Mor's dinner, mummy sausage in a blanket, pomegranate chocolate skulls, candied apples that look like they might poison you if you try them, chocolate ghosts, monster munch popcorn -

the amount of candy eyeballs and melted marshmallows for webs you use is concerning

Feyre drops by in the late afternoon

Rhys flirts so unabashedly that after only ten minutes she's glaring at him while her cheeks are gleaming with a blush

but he doesn't seem deterred in the slightest

on the contrary

his grin only widens whenever she huffs at him

but you haven't invited her to play cupid (at least not solely)

while you and Rhys start filling the bottles you bought and cleaned with the varieties of alcohol, pimping some with some edible glitter

Feyre starts writing the etiquettes

everything gets a new, spookier, more witchy name, the actual name of the booze scribbled in the corner in Feyre's ornate handwriting

there's witch's tears, fairie's breath, dragon's flame, vampire venom -

she even draws little sketches on the labels before charring the edges of the thick paper and glueing them to the bottles accordingly

then she writes some spooky recipe suggestions you have found on instagram on the same kind of paper, drawing little doodles of ghosts, witches and cats all around them

witches' brew, midnight margaritas, ecto martini, vampire's dinner -

the options are endless

if there's anything you've learned from last year

it's to not leave the costume until a week before the party

even though it will be a smaller affair than the last one, you know Rhys will still go all out

and so you put the utmost care into your costume

first, Mor, Feyre and you spend an afternoon on the couch, browing pinterest and an array of online shops in search for ideas or center pieces

neither of you girls really has a plan at first

but then...

There's a flash of lightning, and when you raise your head, thunder cracks in the distance, rumbling and making you shiver happily.

Rain is pounding against the windows of the living room, and the candles flicker as Feyre hums absentmindedly to the music playing in the background. The mugs with hot chocolate you've made have been empty for quite a while now, but the warm, sweet scent still lingers in the air.

"What are you looking for?" Mor scrunches her brows and chews on her pen as she leans forward, browsing on your laptop.

"Not really sure?" You squint, adjusting your spot on the cushion on the floor while you slowly scroll through your pinterest on Rhys's tablet. Then you raise your brows and hold the tablet over your head. "I like this."

In unison, Feyre and Mor who sit behind you on the couch, lean in.

"Oh, I like that!" Feyre's eyes starts twinkling. "That actually fits with what I got so far."

"Huh." Mor squints at the screen. Then, suddenly, she slowly start to grin widely. "Guys. I've got an idea."

You crane your neck to look up at her, and Mor raises her brows, her grin growing. "What have we got here?"

Feyre crunches her brows. "Huh?"

Mor rolls her eyes before widening them. "Between all of us? We're the most iconic thing in mythology and spooky fiction - three women! We're the Fates, holding human life in our hands, we're the three faces of Hecate, the goddess of Magic, we're the Sanderson sisters -"

Both Feyre and you stare at her blankly.

Mor whips out her arms. "Dude, we're a coven!"

Both Feyre's and your eyes widen.

"Wait -"

"That's genuis!" Feyre beams. "We can all go as witches!"

"But those vibes!" You frantically point at your tablet.

"Exactly!" Mor is grinning widely. "We're dark, spooky, but elegant, alluring." She widens her eyes. "Think about it; silk, lace, dramatic silhouettes -"

You groan happily and turn on the spot, wiggling in excitement. "Okay, what are you thinking, all of us dresses or -"

as soon as you got the vibe down

dark, spooky, but elegant, alluring

you slowly work out the looks you want to go for

you scour several online stores for inspiration and end up ordering the base piece for your look

a few days later, you go shopping

for the vibe you're all going for, you decide to scour the plenty of vintage shops you all love first

at the first, Feyre finds a black dress with puffy sleeves that slide off her shoulders

you already ordered one piece of your planned costume; a tiered black cotton skirt

but at the next shop, you stumble upon a tight lace shirt with billowing sleeves

Mor finds you a black corset with embroidery all over the front a few stores later

along with the flowy, tiered black dress she decides to use as base for her costume

you buy some more lace for a cape Feyre is going to design for herself and some structured tights that look like overlapping spiderwebs for your costume

oh, and

as Mor puts it

"a shit ton of accessoires"

the day of Halloween all of you spend decoration the flat

Mor and Feyre show up for the late breakfast (pancakes with googly eyes and whipped cream ghosts)

after Azriel had to pull you out of bed and carry you into the kitchen

Cassian made you watch another horror movie and let's just say you didn't sleep all that much

then, after lots of coffee, hot chocolate and food

you begin to set up

Mor and Fey both have their costumes with them in big bags so they don't have to go home again

they stash them in your room before joining the rest of you

Mor pulls up her spooky autumn playlist, then you split into groups

Rhys disappears into the kitchen to prep the rest of the foods that aren't stored in the fridge yet, the decorations for the drinks, and to set up the bar

Mor starts to spread spiderwebs all over the rooms, Feyre trailing after her to carefully attach big black spiders in the webs

meanwhile, you begin distributing fake candles all over the flat

the windowsills and shelves, the couch table and the fireplace, even the floor -

Cassian and Azriel are tasked with everything that needs hanging up

big spiders dangling from thin cords everywhere, floating candles attached to fishing lines at different heights, and swarms of paper bats that sway lightly in the breeze

once Mor and Feyre are done, they start helping you sprinkle the rest of the decorations around

skulls and skeleton hands that carry murky glasses with unidentified contents that Mor brought

more spiders and bats sitting on all the possible vantage points

witches hats that sit atop the chairs, some ravens up on the shelf

and confetti in shape of tiny bats, spiders and cauldrons

"the only thing we're missing at this point is a black cat,", Mor comments when the big skeletons along with the fog machine and the spot lights are delivered at noon

"why, we got Azriel,", you throw back absendtmindedly, and Mor starts laughing

you put the skeletons in different corners and the guys set up the smoke machine while Feyre finds good places for the spot lights

then you help Rhys set up the basis for the buffet on the dining room table

you bought a big black velvet table cloth you spread out carefully

then you put up a couple of tall candelabras

on the table in the kitchen, Rhys has put up a big cauldon that actually steams

the flat is mostly done by 5 pm

and all of you are starving

Rhys orders a bunch of pizzas

Feyre starts to do Cassian's make up

his hair is pulled up messily as she starts to line his facial structures with a thin brush and white paint

Cassian catches your eyes and winks

you just grin and wink back

when the pizza arrives, you and Mor take turns feeding Feyre pieces, bc now her hands are smeared with black and white paint

it takes time -

in which the rest of you polish off four massive pizzas and Cassian whines whenever Feyre chides him for messing up her work when he takes massive bites of pizza

but after a whole lot of precision work

his whole face is turned into a ghostly white skeleton on shiny black paint

Feyre even painted spine bones down his throat

when she's done, you switch so she can actually eat properly

and you use the black paint you ordered specifically for this to paint the space between Cassian's teeth black

when he grins at you, you nearly topple backwards off the couch

both Rhys and Azriel haven't shared what they're dressing up as

tho in Azriel's case

it is more of a case of whether he's gonna dress up at all

at a little after 6, Mor drags you to your feet to get ready

you hole up in your room, shutting the door and putting on some music

outside, it's already dark, and you can see families and groups of children roaming the streets in the warm glow of the street lights

you end up sitting on the floor as you start curling Feyre's hair, giggling at the stories Mor tells

you carefully pin half of Feyre's hair up while she puts Mor's hair in soft waves and Mor does her own make up

the candles you lit on the windowsill are flickering

and it smells like apples and biscuits

Mor's eyeliner is sharp enough that you just wordlessly hand her your make up bag

Mor grins and squeezes your cheeks before getting to work

all the while, Feyre does your hair

then Mor does Feyre's make up as well while you lean against the bed, shaking with laughter at the grimaces Mor pulls to try and get Feyre to crack

when she's done, Mor disappears into the bathroom to get dressed first

"Guys."

Feyre and you raise your heads, and Mor grins and opens her arms.

"What d'you think?"

Feyre whistles lowly, and you raise your brows with a cheeky grin. "Hot."

Mor winks before doing a dramatic spin. Her lightweight flowy gown spins with her, billowing around her. It's so long, it sways around the ankles of her knee-high chunky boots when she comes to a still and grins, doing a happy, giddy wiggle.

"I didn't even notice the details before." You clamber to your feet to inspect the ruffles and the way they cleverly add layers and dimension to the fabric.

"I know!" Mor widens her eyes and happily swings her sleeves in front of her face, raising her brows. "I'm just gonna start wearing this day to day."

Feyre giggles as she picks up her clothes. "Grocery shopping is gonna be a blast."

Mor wiggles her brows and winks, then she grins and turns around to float out of the room. Feyre grins at you and follows her to disappear into the bathroom, and you close the door to get dressed yourself.

The tights you found at a drugstore sit snug against your legs as you slip into the black boots with the chunky heels that already resided in your closet. You bought them a few years ago with Mor, who lent a similar pair to Feyre as well. Then you straighten and carefully pin one side of your soft black skirt up, until it's rouched and gathered at your waist, and the side of your thigh is showing.

There's a light knock, and you make a face as you fight your way into your corset, nearly getting caught on your lace sleeve.

"Mor?" You grumble. "Can you help me with the corset, cause I'm not sure I can lace it up at the front -" You raise your head, and your heart catches in your throat.

In the mirror, you see Azriel leaning in the doorway. His hands are slipped into the pockets of his black jeans, and his shoulders are straining against his black t-shirt. His dark hair is curling and tousled, a strand falling into his forehead as his gaze slowly drags over your body, and something shifts in his gaze, grows warm and deep and heated.

He looks like he always does.

Except for one major change that makes your lips part and heart leap into your throat.

His eyes, always a warm shade of caramel, are now a deep, twinkling gold.

Something suddenly starts fluttering against your ribs.

One corner of Azriel's lips curves upwards. Then he sends you a slow, lazy smirk, and your heart topples and nearly stops beating when you catch the flash of sharp fangs.

Holy shit.

The smooth planes of his face are illuminated by the warm light, throwing shadows under his cheekbones and jaw as he pushes off the doorframe, and you watch in the mirror, your breath hitching with every inhale as he slowly walks towards you. His soundless, smooth gait somehow seems even more prowling than usual, and you have to keep yourself from swallowing violently when he comes to a half right behind you. His body towers over you in the mirror, and you can feel his body brush against your back when he shifts his weight, his bright eyes piercing yours before he lowers his head.

His warm fingers brush against your back, and through the lace, you shiver, your heart leaping into your throat.

Azriel throws you a look, and one corner of his lips twitches. Then he drops his gaze again and starts lacing up the back of your corset.

Your breath catches, and suddenly you feel very, very hot.

You're sure Azriel has to hear your heart pounding as he gently pulls the black silky ribbons tight, working his way from the top to the bottom. You're tempted to ask with a cheeky grin how he knows how to do this.

But you're afraid your voice won't listen.

There's a concentrated furrow between Azriel's brows as he carefully ties the ends of the ribbons in a bow, then he raises his eyes to meet yours in the mirror, and one corner of his lips quirk as he reaches up to lightly straighten one of the broad straps sitting on your shoulders.

"Good?" His deep, low voice vibrates through you and makes your heart leap high, and you swallow despite yourself and nod softly.

The curve to Azriel's lips deepens, and the ghost of a crease forms in his cheek when he sends you a slow, lazy smirk. The deceptively real looking fangs flash in the light, and suddenly, your skin tingles.

"Thanks." Your voice is soft and a little weak and catches in your throat when Azriel carefully reaches up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

He sends you a slow, light smirk, and somehow, you pull yourself together and grin back cheekily.

"Any specific thing you're supposed to be?"

Azriel shrugs lazily, raising his head and raising a brow. "Demon."

You blink, and suddenly, your throat is dry again.

"Right." Your voice is breathless and a little high, and Azriel's lips curve. Then his hands slide down to your waist, and gently, he tugs you around until you face him. Even in the high boots, you have to tilt your head back to look up at him, and something starts rising under your ribs, warm and pulsing when your chest brushes against Azriel's.

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepens as one corner of his lips curves into a light grin. Then he drops his head, and your heart tethers when his breath brushes over your skin.

His nose brushes against yours tantalizingly slow, then Azriel dips his head and kisses you.

A soft sound breaks from your throat, and you stretch, your hand sliding up to bury in Azriel's dark hair, the other clinging to his shirt as you kiss back, firm and just a little desperate.

The fangs graze your lip, and your breath catches. Your lips part, and Azriel makes a low sound deep in his chest, his hand coming up to slide into your hair and tilt your head back, and he kisses you deeper, harder, his chest pressing into yours as his tongue lazily maps yours.

"Dude!"

Feyre's indignant voice makes you pull back with a soft gasp, your fingers digging into Azriel's t-shirt, and he rolls his eyes and looks over his shoulder to glower at Feyre, but she just glowers back.

"Get your hands out of her hair, I worked hard on that!"

you somehow manage to pry yourself out of Azriel's grasp

your willpower must be magnificent

bc the way he's gazing down at you, his golden eyes piercing and heated and twinkling

makes your stomach throw loop after loop

you're glad Mor isn't the one who caught you

or that she hasn't applied your lipstick yet

Feyre shoos Azriel out of the room, and he lets her, just looking grumpy yet faintly amused

then she calls for Mor, and you somehow shake yourself out of the fast thrum of your heart and the pull in your lower stomach

Feyre looks spectacular

the black dress she's wearing has billowy sleeves that fall off her shoulders and a long tired skirt

she wears the corset you ended up ordering for her

black and with intricate stitching

and her tights glitter in the light whenever she moves

together, you lay last hand on your costumes

you put on the dozens of thin necklaces you own anyway

together with an assortment of rings and dangly earrings

Feyre does the same, marvelling at the manicure Mor has given all of you a couple of days earlier

it's a shade of such deep red, it nearly looks black

Mor adds deep, nearly black lipstick to your look and poufs up her hair

and you help Feyre add her lace cape that sits on her hair and falls over her back

then Mor pulls you to stand in front of the mirror, grinning

"we look good."

you really do

"the holy trinity of female spookiness." you grin and Feyre laughs, her shoulders shaking under her cape

Mor takes a picture of all of you

then she shoos you out of the room

Feyre goes to check if Cassian has managed to put on his t-shirt without smudging his make up

Mor goes to check on the buffet Rhys has erected in the mean time

and you make your way to the kitchen to see if you can help him with the rest of the snacks

the bar is already set up under spooky purple lights

all of your bottles next to the cauldron mugs, spooky wine glasses and other glassware

on the table, the steaming cauldron is surrounded by bowls and bowls with the biggest array of snacks possible

and Rhys is standing with his back to you, digging in the fridge

"You know, I was gonna ask if you need help, but -", you raise your brows, "looks like you're good."

Rhys appears from the depth of the fridge and turns his head towards you, and your lips part.

So that's where Azriel has the contacts from.

"What the -"

Rhys smirks, then he closes the fridge and raises an eyebrow, and you stare at him wide-eyed.

Damn.

Rhys is wearing expensive looking slacks, a shirt half unbuttoned that shows off his tones abs and chest and the tattoos snaking over his skin. His face looks flawless, more flawless than usual, his hair sits even better than usual, which you didn't think was possible, and his eyes -

"Holy shit." You gape, and Rhys winks.

His eyes have been sort of purple-ish since birth, which has been confirmed by one evening of baby photo stalking (which made for lot of laughter and teasing all around). It has fascinated you ever since you met him, but now, they're not just the usual deep blue. Instead, they're a stark, twinkling violet.

You almost ask what he's supposed to be. But then you catch a glimpse at his ears, and your mouth falls open even wider.

"Holy. Shit."

Rhys snorts when you immediately scurry forward to reach up and carefully touch the pointy ears that look so real, you nearly pull one just to see if it's actually attached.

"Where did you get that?"

"I have my ways." Rhys smirks down at you, and you blink before grinning.

"So what, you're like a hot, modern day elf?"

Rhys snorts.

"Basically. I wanted to do a whole Lord of the Rings elf thing first, but then -" His lips curve into a wicked smile. "Well, I don't know. I guess I liked this look better."

You blink and slowly start to grin back widely. "Yeah..."

You see why.

It really looks more like him.

at around 11 pm, the flat is stuffed to the brim

there are people everywhere

on the couches, the armchairs and the chairs, the floor and windowsills

the hall is packed just like the kitchen, and there are even loads of people out on the balcony, even tho it is fucking freezing

the buffet is a massive hit

it looks amazing, with the skulls and the themed food

the bar is just as popular

the music is making the floor vibrate, some Hallooween party playlist on shuffle that Mor has created for the occasion

you can tell that this party is also more excluse by just how elaborately everyone is dressed up

more have lost count of the times you have stopped people to compliment their outfits

you have seen more witches, dozens of sirens and vampires, some very fancy zombies -

Mor drags you and Feyre to dance more times than you can count

you twirl in circles, your skirts billowing, and your heart nearly explodes from how much its thrumming with happiness

whenever you focus, you can feel eyes on you

and whenever you look over your shoulder, you meet golden eyes trained on you from an armchair by the couches

but you also catch violet ones that are watching your best friend

every time, you slowly start to beam at their owner

and every time, you get back a huff, an easy smirk and a wink

cheeky bastard

you find yourself on the couch next to Cassian for a good half an hour, your legs dragged over his lap to save space and a big plate balanced on your knees as you try yourself through the whole buffet

Rhys drags you outside to breathe a little later, and you grin at him long enough that he rolls his eyes

"I'll do something about it eventually"

the way he grumbles it makes you actually believe him

tho you swear to yourself that if he doesn't get a move on soon, you'll actually have to play cupid

this has been going on for long enough in your opinion

and Mor's, judging by the way she smirks at her cousin a little later when the two of you catch a glimpse at Feyre and Rhys in the corner of the living room

deep in conversation, Rhys staring down at her with a wide smile while Feyre is laughing

"idiots,", Mor just says with a mischievous grin

then she drags you with her for a break in the kitchen where it's a little less crowded and you find a spot on the couch

Mor mixing you a series of spooky and very tasty drinks

she's a lot better at that than Rhys and you

at 2 am, the party is still at full swing when you make yourself into the living room

your eyes meet golden ones, and your heart leaps high

your already heated cheeks grow warmer, and your breath catches when Azriel lightly shifts in his seat, spreading his long legs a little wider in a silent invite

your lips start to curve until you smile brightly

then you slip through the crowd, dodging elbows and arms until you can slide into between Azriel's knees and plop down into the armchair with him

sliding into the space between him and the armrest, you giggle when Az slides his hand under your knee and pulls your legs up until they're hanging over the opposite armrest

his arm slides down your back and around your waist, and Azriel lazily sinks back in his seat, pulling you into his body

his golden eyes flicker over your face, and you prop your arm onto his shoulder and blink at him with a cheeky smile

the corner of Azriel's lips twitches

"yes?"

his deep, low voice vibrated through you, causing your heart to skip, and your smile widens

then you lean forward and whisper into his ear: "I'm gonna need help to get out of the corset later."

Azriel's grip on your leg tightens

he huffs gently

and when you pull back, he stares at you

one corner of his lips slowly curves upwards

then he gently pushes your legs off the armrest and straightens, his warm breath brushing over your neck and causing your heart to leap into your throat when he mumbles into your back

"get up."

you do not need him to be ask twice

the flat is finally quiet again by 4 am

Feyre, Mor and you are standing in the bathroom, all in pyjamas and giggling under your breath as you take off your make up

you're caught in that strange space between adrenaline, giddiness and complete exhaustion when you turn off the light in the hall

a paper bat brushes your head when you wave at Feyre and Mor who disappear into your room

then you slide into Azriel's room

The light of the bedside lamp dunks everything into a warm glow as you close the door behind you and turn around, and your heart skips gently.

Your clothes are still strewn all over the floor from earlier, mixed together with Azriel's. The bed is messy, sheets all over the place.

But what really makes your breath catch gently is Azriel laying on his back in the middle of the bed, shadows snaking over his bare torso and hair tousled as he watches with a tired twinkle in his eyes as you make your way over to the bed.

The contact lenses are gone, but as you slide under the blanket - you decide you prefer the warm amber twinkle.

Azriel's arm slides around your waist when you turn off the light, then he tugs you back into his body with easy strength that makes you giggle deliriously.

You feel his lips curve against your shoulder, then his grip tightens, and Azriel curls around you, until there's no place you can't feel him.

Your heart starts to flutter against your ribs, gentle and warm, growing even as your eyes grow heavy and you start to drift away into sleep, until there's a warm thrum in your chest.

Azriel's fingers starts to brush over your ribs, and you fall asleep to the feel of his nose buried at the back of your neck and his warm body pressed against yours.

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shyjusticewarrior · 1 month ago

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Red Hood Incorrect Quotes Pt 34

Duke, dressed as Red Hood: Trick or treat.

Jason: Why are you dressed like that?

Duke: Because it's my costume. All you gotta do is go to the costume store and say "make me look stupid!" *poses*

Jason: Don't stand like that!

Duke: That's how you stood-

Jason: That's not how I stand!

Duke: This is exactly what you look like!

Jason: Look, what do you want?

Duke: The kids say you giving out the good stuff.

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mochioartzzz · 2 months ago

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HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!!!!!

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inkyquince · 1 month ago

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DAY 09: Town With A Dark Secret (Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake/ The Lost Boys)

Whose in on this secret?

content warning. Man. This thing became a drama piece accidentally. Descriptions of alienation from family, bad mental health and self destructive tendencies from the reader, group sex, lots of blood, murder of a character reader fucked once, Tim is kinda mean, Dick is manipulative and Jason has big emotions. Pseudo-incest and weird family dynamics. This is 6.8k btw.

The change in your brothers was gradual.

Ever since the Joker’s old fun land was torn down and rebuilt as an actual place to hang out and have fun, more and more people had gone up there. Your father had made sure to keep an alert out for it, certain that the madman would be back at some point, or at least one of his associates. He had spent so many nights there, and refused to let up, not until Alfred quietly called your eldest brother into town, citing the usual Bruce shenanigans for the emergency signal.

Dick went instead of him on the first night, just to scope it out, and came back early in the morning, slipping in just as dawn began to break, catching you poking through the fridge. He seemed much more energetic than he usually was when he got home late from patrol. Downright mischievous, you could say, especially since he made sure to scare you, poking your sides and making you smack your head against the fridge.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

“Not supposed to be digging around in Alfred’s domain.” He whispered conspiratorially before straightening up, shutting the door despite your grumblings.

“Why aren’t you back in Bludhaven?” You grumbled, not caring to hear an answer from the boy you grew up with.

He didn’t give one. Dick lingered at your shoulder, staring at you for a while before heading out, rubbing his eyes as he passed by one of the open windows.

Jason went out next. You missed him. When Dick mentioned that Jason was coming with him on patrol, you felt a tinge of annoyance. He hadn’t been back in so long to see any of you, except that stalking stint with Tim. Speaking of which, he rolled his eyes when you tried to share your feelings with him (the family therapist a.k.a Alfred had talked you into trying this after you and Tim had a rocky start to living together. It hadn’t worked so far), flatly saying that he didn’t see why you missed him so badly, when he didn’t seem to miss you at all.

That stung, you had to admit.

You had been around since before Dick had become the first Robin. Your brothers were him and Jason as far as you were concerned, having grown up with them, being close as anything. Tim hadn’t forgiven you for your chilly reception of him when he first came to the house, and you hadn’t forgiven him for what was him basically stalking and thinking he could replace Jason so easily. The two of you never seemed completely on the same wavelength, especially when it came to the sore subject of the Red Hood.

So you stomped away, suddenly feeling incredibly annoyed at all the Robins, now and the former. Your father didn’t want you to fight crime, even if you watched him train with the boys. It went from a dream to a very sore spot, as you knew you could never keep up with them now. You were all grown up and learning would take too long. The sting became harsher when Dick returned, whistling as he slipped in at dawn again, shooting a grin at you as you sipped your coffee.

“Hey, small fry.” He leaned over you, grabbing the pot and pouring himself his own cup, ignoring the fancy coffee machine that your father and Tim favored. “Is it me or are you getting up earlier? Morning people are an oppressive class, y’know.”

You snorted and pushed at his arm half heartedly. A few beats of silence passed, him drinking deeply while you tapped your fingernails against the ceramic.

“... How’s Jason?”

He immediately shot you a knowing grin, but decided to show you some mercy.

“Better these days.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“... Then why hasn’t he come around?” You finally asked.

Dick watched you for a moment, his oceanic eyes glinting in the small bit of sunlight seeping through the blinds.

“Missing him?”

You didn’t want to share that you were missing both of them. Dick had moved to Bludhaven, Jason wasn’t talking to the family except for Alfred and Nightwing. You felt abandoned in your own home, with a total stranger who was closer to your father than you were at this stage. You wanted your brothers back.

You thought, for just a moment, about telling him. Spilling your guts about the loneliness you faced, only having your university and Alfred to keep you feeling sane. You looked at his face, the smile lingering on his lip. You could ask to go with him. Ask to go see Jason with him. You could ask him anything, you loved him and…

For the first time you faltered. Maybe neither of the men you thought fondly of as brothers saw you the same.

“... Gonna go do the rest of my assignments.” You finally muttered, picking up your mug and brushing past him, blind to his frown.

The final barb was when Tim went out. With both of them. You flatly doubted that the stupid funfair needed that much scoping out to begin with, even less with all three of them. And what, suddenly Jason was talking to Tim?

A pain slowly started to expand in your lower abdomen as you watched them head down to the cave.

Despite being the one blood child of Bruce Wayne, of the Bat, despite you being the half sibling to Damien, who stood to inherit, despite the fact you had been here the longest, despite you having watched Robins come and go…

You were not a part of it. The life your father lived as his real self, and his sons, his real children. You were basically a part of his facade, to keep his shiny image of the settled down part-time Playboy Billionaire, giving his children, adopted and blood, the best life they could ever get.

You were more Alfred’s than his. And Alfred had his own family.

You didn’t even emerge when Dick and Tim came home, chatting among themselves, holing up in your room until you heard them disperse.

And so it continued. Going out at night, all at once, doing what they did, while you stayed home. Studied. Felt the pain in your stomach grow. Alfred asked if you were feeling alright, and you lied, feeling more and more like a stranger in your own home. You, like a stupid child, had relied on your brothers- the men you saw as them anyway- for your emotional needs. Stupid. Damien had shut himself away, so not even your own blood sibling was hanging out with you, even though you two got along well, better than you and Tim.

So, for the first time in your life… You started hanging out with other people.

You paid attention to the people in your class. And found out that plenty were dying to invite you to hang outs. Either because of your last name or because your credit card would never decline in your lifetime, but either way you didn’t care. You started coming home later and later, instead going to hang outs in different apartments, going to bars and clubs (including the infamous lounge where your father had stripped and danced against the huge penguin sculpture. The owner gave you a wide smile on your way out and cooed that you were such a doll compared to him), even finding your way to some of the places that your father had told you never to step foot in. You were pretty sure you saw Harvey Dent at one of the bars and nearly caved to peer pressure when your friends encouraged you to go up to him, he and your dad went back a long time. But then Roman Sionis showed up and your group slipped out quickly.

Didn’t mean that people weren’t taking note of the fact you were out and about now, shedding your reputation for a studious, angel of a Wayne. Vicky Vale stopped you outside of one bar, asking if Bruce’s gene for partying had finally kicked in for you. You had no memory of what happened next, not until Bruce made a rare early morning appearance, slapping down a magazine in front of you.

… Oh. You and Vick had made out. In front of several photographers.

“Care to explain?” His voice was measured, low. Like he was talking to a pickpocket he wanted to break the legs of.

“... She’s nice?” You tried, squinting up at him, your hangover still clinging to you.

He huffed softly. The bags under his eyes seemed more pronounced, his stubble darker.

“What’s going on with you?”

The laugh bubbled out before you could swallow it down. It danced over the silent atmosphere, sounding out of place, like an intruder in the room. Just like you were, like a stranger in your home these days.

“What?” You finally answered, a little breathless. It was thrilling. You talked so respectfully to him at all times, it felt exciting to show a back bone, show some teeth to your father. “Can’t relax amidst all my studies, father?”

He gave you a long look. You stared back… Did you even look like Bruce? You looked more like whoever his hook up was all that time ago, who died and practically left you like an asset to him. You probably would have seen more love from him if you only saw his name on a check for child support.

“Not like this.” He said finally. “Do whatever you want, but not like this. Be more private about it.”

“What? You’re the only one allowed to whore around as a playboy, spread a few bastards around?”

The silence was excruciating. Glorious. You wanted him to start shouting. To berate you. For the news to spread like wildfire through the house, to everyone who ever lived underneath this roof, to spread to friends of friends, that the good child, the child built for the facade of recovered playboy Bruce Wayne, had finally shattered the rose glass that encompassed you.

“... What’s going on with you?” His words were soft. His eyes were gentle. You hated it. He sounded just like when he comforted Dick just after he arrived. When Jason missed his mom. When Tim and you got into another disagreement and Bruce’s hand was on his shoulder, his words low. When Damien missed his old life. A part of you ripped open. Like a loose thread pulled too tight. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t.”

The words escaped in a rush, but the rest of your sentence, the rest of your thoughts, the rest of your feelings plugged up. Like a stopper forced into an overfilled bottle.

Instead, you abandoned your breakfast, your favorite prepared by Alfred. You noticed he had been doing that more and more these days. You stood, leaving your cup behind, and walked out, brushing past Tim, who stood like a shadow in the doorway. He stared after you as you walked from the dining room, back up the stairs, to your room. Half of it was boxed up.

One of your new friends had a friend who had a cousin who had a friend who thought an apartment in central Gotham was perfect for you, a train ride away from your university and over two hours drive from the manor. Away from them. With your new best friends, whoever their names were. You liked the windows. You liked the way it was nearly at the top floor. You liked the way that is two a hop, skip, and a jump away from your new favorite hang out, the one you saw Two-Face at the first time.

Most of your stuff was already over there. You got new furniture. All the remaining boxes were stuff from your childhood. You had been struggling to decide whether to bring it with you, but now? Well, you’ll put it in the attic. Leave it there. It wasn’t like Jason’s old suit, still in the cave, preserved, or the posters of the Flying Graysons or the Grey Ghost. Your things weren’t worth keeping alive.

Your stomach was really hurting.

So, that night, you decided to break in your mattress with the help of someone who was a few years above you at university. You were pretty sure he was an offspring of the Falcone’s or the Maroni’s, you didn’t know. Or care.

The two of you watched Fatal Attraction and fucked everytime Alex and Dan did. Then his head was between your thighs for the final third of the movie. It was a good night. He invited you to go with your usual group of friends to the fun fair next week, when exams were finished. A jab of pain shot through your abdomen. That’s where it began. That was where it ended.

Fuck it. Why not?

It was hard to imagine it like it was before. A dump, the remnants of a fucked up psyche. Now it was blinding with colorful lights, the scent of candy floss and fried food. Even if there was a boarded up section where it led further into the mountain, probably too far gone to repair. Fal-Mar had his arm slung around your waist as your group went on rides, split food between you all, lost more games than won them. You won a few things, often presenting them to your date with a smirk. You overheard two of your friends whisper that his father was excited to hear he was stepping out with the oldest Wayne heir. No doubt some Italian somewhere was rubbing his hands together with glee.

It wasn’t until half of your group dispersed to the scare house that you saw them.

Dick. Jason. Tim. Standing by one of the games, chatting amongst each other, easily knocking down all the targets with the rickety BB gun they had chained to the stall. They were smiling. In their civilian clothes. Not on duty.

Together.

The pain ate your stomach whole. Your throat closed up completely.

They looked like they belonged together. They looked so similar they could be related. Add in Bruce and Damien, and it would look…

“Hey, you okay? You look kinda tired. Been on your feet too long?” Maroni or Falcone murmured against your ear, tilting your chin up with his knuckle.

You blinked at him, slowly, as if dazed. Instinctively, you pushed forward, pressing your lips against his, the warmth flooding back to your face. His tongue felt good too, stealing into your mouth and running along your teeth. Very good.

The two of you took a while to part, the boy sighing into your mouth as you did.

“You’re great, y’know that?” His hand squeezed your side and you slowly let the fair fall back into focus.

The fair, and your brothers.

Tim was looking at you. His hair was falling into his eyes, and he was leaning against the stall beam. And he was looking at you. You always had a hard time reading him. His mouth was in a straight line, his eyes were narrowed. His eyes were different. Maybe. You never looked into them much to begin with.

His hand flicked Jason’s elbow. Jason. Tall and built, his broad back to you. Tim jutted his chin in your direction. Jason turned.

So did you. Back to your date. He had nice eyes.

“I’m okay.” You finally let him know, a smile gracing your lips. That was rare these days.

“Yeah. Well,” He seemed to take a moment to recover from the kiss. It made you feel good. “You need a drink? A-”

A shadow fell over his face, metaphorically and physically. You turned.

Dick stood before you, his smile sharp but it looked more like he was gritting his teeth. Probably spotted your less than scrupulous last-name-having fuckfriend. Did he get broader? There was something different about him. His hair, jet black, was the same, curling around his ears. His skin was a bit paler, Gotham had cloudier weather than Bludhaven so that made sense. But there was something else…

“Hey, hey.” The swishing lights from the carousel sparkled in his eyes. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“Shouldn’t you be back in Bludhaven already?” You flatly asked, searching deep within yourself and finding that you had no patience for this man. It felt like he was a stranger, ever since you stopped looking at him as warmly as you once did.

His eyes flicked quickly to your date, the boy’s grip tightening on your waist. You weren’t being subtle enough, but then again, who cared, you weren’t trained in that certain art. There was never a need.

“You’re going to hurt my feelings,” He put his hand over his chest, where his heart was. His smile twitched. “Decided to stick around for a little bit longer. The job will wait, y’know?”

“No, I don't really know. Have fun, Richard, alright?” You turned away from him, just to feel his hand reach out and grip your elbow.

“Wait a moment,” He pulled you back around to face him, but your date stepped forward, drawing you back. “Hey now. We’re family. Give us a moment?”

“I wanna go enjoy the rest of the fair.” You shook your head, arm slipping along Falcone-Maroni’s hip and giving it a squeeze.

“Don’t you want to come say hi? I thought you said you were missing Jason?”

That hurt. The pain spread up to your heart, twinging like it was a trapped nerve. You couldn’t stop your eyes drifting over his shoulder.

Tim. Jason. Jason looked better than the last time you saw him. His scar lifted the edge of his lips, showing a small flash of a tooth even with his mouth in a flat line. His streak of white. His eyes, permanent dark circles tattooed underneath them, but still bright. Bigger, far more built than you ever remembered him. Looking right back at you, frigid blue eyes. The warmth that used to be there was missing.

“Rather not. I’m out celebrating the end of exams with my friends.”

“Your exams? Well done! C’mon, you can brag to Tim-”

“You deaf?” Your date finally interrupted, drawing you closer to him.

Dick stared at him, his smile slipping just a fraction, but it felt jarring. Like your grip on a full mug fumbling for a moment. You spotted Jason straighten to his full height behind him.

“It’s fine.” You muttered to him before looking back. “Look, I don’t want to tag after you guys like some dumb kid anymore. I’m all grown up, Bruce doesn’t need to kick you guys into being babysitters ever again. Go enjoy yourself. See you when I see you.”

With that, you slipped your hand into your date’s and pulled him along, to the scare house where the rest of your group was shambling out, laughing among themselves, some shaking more than others.

You didn’t look back at the brothers.

You didn’t even see them again until your ensemble was heading towards the exit, a big teddy with a scarecrow design stitched to his face under your arm. You didn’t notice Tim, feeling warm from the kisses pressed against your neck, a hand pawing at your stomach under your shirt.

“Didn’t know you started rolling with the Fine’s.” He was leaning against the gate leading out, his fringe pushed back, out of his eyes.

Oh. Your date was related to the Broker. At least he wasn’t going to be shot out of nowhere.

You didn’t answer, rolling your eyes at him, instead choosing to give Mister Fine a smile as he murmured he was going to go piss and be right back. You fumbled with your cigarette pack, a habit picked up from a whats-her-face or whose-his-name, and lit one, taking a grateful, long draw. Tim had crept closer. You didn’t like that he moved so quietly.

“Haven’t seen you around the house.”

“You catch on quick, don’t you.” You replied, exhaling slowly, feeling the burn in your lungs. It distracted you from the aches.

Tim watched the cloud of smoke drift into nothing.

“Damien’s been missing you.”

“Liar.” You immediately shot back, starting to feel the stirrings of anger. “What do you want?”

He stared at you for a while, his blue eyes- blue, blue, all of them had blue eyes, just like your father, except Damien, thank god- simmering. This boy, this man, felt like a monument to everything that had been wrong, everything that felt ruined. You hated that seeing him made you feel unsettled, made you feel angry, made you want to lash out. It was unfair, he made you feel like a child.

He only came in after Dick and Jason were long gone. And after his arrival, came Damien. Who you loved. The boy fought against your father, against Tim, against Jason, against everyone, except you and Alfred. But even that ruined you. Because there was Bruce’s blood child, his heir, who was still young. And he was being trained. He was Robin.

A title you were never worthy enough for.

There were four sons more worthy than you. With more promise than you. The thought threatened to bring tears to your eyes.

Not in front of him.

You turned your head away from Tim, taking another deep draw. Let it burn, let it simmer, don’t let it boil over.

“Jason says your apartment is unsafe.” He finally said, words coming all at once in a hurried breath.

“...What?” You stared.

“Bad locks, or something.”

“Fucking…. What?” Your voice began to rise.

“Don’t shoot the messenger-” But you were already turning on your heel sharply and began to march over to the carpark. Jason and his bike were incredibly easy to notice.

You could hear Tim’s swift steps from behind you. Dick leaning against his own bike, less armored than Jason’s. A third one standing by. They all had their own bikes. Just another thing they got to learn on the job, while you doubted Bruce ever even helped you through the training wheels phase of a bicycle.

“Hey, assholes!” You shouted across the carpark, not drawing much attention.

It was Gotham, flinging raised insults were basically a greeting here. Both of them turned and you could swear you could hear Tim’s soft laugh, which just made you more angry.

“My place has bad locks?” You stopped in front of them, gripping your cigarette so tightly you crushed the filter. “Jason, are you fucking stalking me?”

“No.” His reply was curt, low. It wasn’t lost on you that this was your first proper conversation in years, and it was about… This. Everything felt like it was falling to pieces, the last vestiges of a dream you clung to like a stupid child. “Was just checking.”

“Checking? Fucking checking? Couldn’t you call, ask if I checked my locks? Instead of skulking around my place like some sort of creep?”

Jason’s scar lifted before the rest of his lips did. His smirk was mocking. Mean. Nothing like the smiles he shot you whenever he tried to do something he thought would impress you.

“Didn’t think you knew how to use a phone without Alfred dialing it for you.” He shrugged before eyeing the smoke curling around your hand. “Aren’t those too grown up for you?”

The rush of anger that burst through you didn’t even fully comprehend before you realized that you had thrown your cigarette at his face, the length of it colliding with his cheek before dropping to the gravel. A part of you felt relief that it didn’t burn him. Another part was angry it didn’t.

“Fuck off, Todd.” You curled your hands into fists before stuffing them into your jacket pockets.

Jason looked more surprised than anything else, his knuckle quickly lifting to touch where it hit him before dropping again.

“Hey, hey.” Dick stepped forward, crushing the lit end with his boot. His smile was easy, the peacekeeper in action. “Easy now. Play nice. Didn’t you say-”

“What, Grayson? You spill everything I ever tell you in confidence?” Your anger turned on him next. “You run off with your exclusive Bruce-loves-me-best club to giggle and kick your feet about being the most special boys ever? Fuck off.”

“Where’s this coming from?” Tim suddenly interjected, almost lazily.

“Stop it.” Dick’s voice was firm, stern. “C’mon. Take a ride with us.”

He reached out and cupped your elbow.

“Haven’t had a chat in ages,” He pulled you a bit closer. He still smiled the same. “Missed you.”

Even through the layer of your jacket, his touch felt warm. It reminded you of when you were younger, scared, and Dick would comfort you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, usually after a horror movie. When Alfred was away and you missed him and he rested his chin on the top of your head. When you stayed up and he helped you through whatever homework you were struggling with, his fingers tapping against your forearm. It hit you so harshly, so suddenly, in a way that drained you of the suffocating anger that was perched under your tongue, that you had missed him. Bitterly, earnestly, you missed him.

You hesitated. Dick knew how to take advantage of an opening and slowly pulled you closer, into a half hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. You began to relax into it. Until your name was called. You froze up and pulled away from him, glancing back to see Mister Fine, watching you from where he left you. He waved you over.

Jason scowled, his scar pulling on his lip again to show his bared teeth. Tim watched the boy with a lack of interest, a small, amused smile playing on his mouth. You heard Dick exhale sharply behind you. You pulled away, leaving the warmth behind you and started to head over when a rougher, colder grip seized your elbow.

Jason pulled you back, frowning down at you.

“Leave him. Come.” His voice was gruff. Gravelly, like he had swallowed stones before each time he spoke.

You tried to shake him free but his grip was iron. Satisfied, Tim and Dick both got onto their bikes and wheeled out from the carpark. Jason stared down at you and pulled you closer as he himself swung his leg over the giant thing.

“On.” You could feel the rumble of his chest from where you were standing.

It felt like a demand, an order, and you awkwardly straddle the seat, legs feeling too far apart to be comfortable. It was an even tighter fit, trying to fit around Jason’s large frame. He reached behind himself and gripped your wrists, pulling them forward until you wrapped your arms around his middle, your fingers just about able to interlock. Since when had he gotten so… Bulky?

The engine growled to life, fiercer than the purr of the other two, and it too began to wheel slowly out of the car park.

“I guess-” Your date started.

“Fuck off.” Tim said flatly and you could hear Dick laugh.

“What, can't you even dream of keeping up?” He finally said, after a short bout of laughter. “Come on. Ride with us, if you can.”

“... I wouldn’t be able to beat your bike.” He sounded embarrassed. You couldn’t even see over Jason’s shoulder to look at him.

“Don’t have to beat us.” Never before had you heard Dick so malicious with his tone. “Just have to keep up.”

You felt the vibration of Jason’s chuckle against your hands.

Before you could even look at him, maybe make yourself feel some guilt after the nice time your date showed you, the four of you took off, the rumble of the motorbikes filling the night air. You could distantly hear the sound of another bike, the one that had driven you here in the first place, coming after you. You tucked your face into Jason’s back, feeling the wind whip around your face. The grip around his middle faltered for a moment and his own larger, gloved hand immediately gripped your fingers, squeezing them back together before settling back on the handle bars.

The smooth tarmac of the road gave way to sand, the spray arching up to hit your legs as the terrain changed, going off roading. The darkness had swallowed the world around you, nothing but the far off glow of the manors blinked any light into existence. You were somewhat certain that you were on the beach down from the fair, but you couldn’t even be sure.

You could feel the last of the warmth of the sun lingering on the horizon disappear, along with the last of the lights. The air was different now, older, and you got the same feeling as you did when you descended to the cave. You shut your eyes again. It was like a memory. Wanting to watch your father train and tripping down the stairs. Jason ran over to you. You remember fainting at the sight of your own blood trickling down from your knees. Woke up to Alfred gently pressing a warm mug against your fingers.

The roars eventually came to a slow stop, the vibrations below you ceasing. You opened your eyes again, feeling the bike tilt and rest. You were… In some sort of cave. It looked half sunken in, with a section of the roof collapsed. There was graffiti, all greens and purple but the walls were eroded too badly to make any of it out. The other three boys made their way in, throwing themselves down on different benches and old couches that looked like rats lived in them as a luxury. After a moment, you heard the sound of the last bike, Mister Fine getting off. His slow, even footsteps towards the rest of you. Waiting a moment, you let him arrive at your side and managed a lopsided smile at him. You cautiously made your way down, joining the vigilantes. There was cloth hanging from the ceiling, lights carelessly strung up.

“A section of Joker’s old hideout.” Tim finally said, watching your face. “Partially sunk all the way down here.”

You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself. Dick dusted off a section of what seemed to be a pillar, and motioned for you to sit. You did, gingerly watching the others as they stretched, shed their own jackets, as if the cold down here meant nothing to them. Dick’s foot rested against yours, slowly moving against it, nudging your ankle every now and then. He busied himself with a bag you hadn’t noticed, pulling out little take out cartons and passing them around. Intently pushed one directly into your hands, ignoring your little shake of your head, even doing the same for your date.

You took a bite of rice, chewing a bit. It was the usual place that you got takeouts from with Dick. It made your heart tighten. You looked up, into his eyes, and found warmth there. And something else. Something hungry. You almost didn’t hear the sound of food being spat out, at least not until you heard Jason and Tim’s laughter, breaking eye contact to look over. Mister Fine had tossed the noodles down, wiping at his mouth and gagging.

“Gross.” Tim seemed more amused than anything else. “Gross boyfriend you have.”

“Not their boyfriend.” Jason muttered, digging through his own carton as if it had personally insulted him.

The only person who didn’t seem to pick up on what he said was your date, spitting another piece of noodle out.

“Stalker.” The Red Robin faux- coughed in turn, only to be met with a glare.

Dick’s foot continued to slowly drag over yours. Pausing. Then shifting a bit further up, to your ankle. You ate a bit more, wondering quietly how they talked you into going with them, when they were just focused on heckling Mister Fine. Your brothers- No, these men were meaner than you had remembered them. Dick for not stepping in, as he usually would do to a bully. Jason always seemed rambunctious, but now he was downright mean spirited. Tim, while you never went out your way to get to… Know, exactly, but apparently he was spiteful as all hell.

But yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to stand up for him. It all faded to the background. Jason was near again. Dick was here. Tim was quiet.

You didn’t even really notice when Tim routed around for a big glass bottle, filled with something red and handed it to Jason, who slid it to Dick. He uncorked it and offered it to you with a charming smile.

“Heard you’re suddenly a drinker.”

You squinted at him.

“I’m just a bit hurt that you didn’t do it safely, with us to look out for you.” Dick continued and pressed it into your hand.

You were thirsty. You raised it slowly to your lips and took a sip. It was… Different.

“Go on.”

You weren’t sure who said it, but a warm haze swept over you like a slow tide. So you kept drinking. It was… Thick. Somehow warm. It was cloying and coppery but the more you drank, the better it tasted. You heard someone remark that you had shit friends, and echoes of laughter, rising up, up, up. Making you dizzier. Then something like a shout of pain, but at that point there was a pair of lips on your neck, moving up slowly, until they found the point where your pulse thrummed.

The bottle was pulled from your grasp. It shattered in the distance. Mister Mister wasn’t talking or gagging anymore, just making odd noises, like gurgles, but the teeth slowly digging into your skin made it all so hazy. Eventually it stopped, just as you felt the skin break, and blood pulse forth. The room tilted on its axis sharply. It was like getting your blood drawn, except your body knew it was too much all at once.

“There, good.” Dick murmured against your skin, dragging his tongue over the deep puncture marks before beginning to suck on the gashes again.

He was glad he ate earlier that evening. He’d have been in real danger of draining you if he hadn’t. Dick was also glad that you had such a handy snack with you. It kept Tim and Jason busy while he finally got some time with you again. He truly had missed you, even before you left the house, even before he returned and he was in Bludhaven. There was guilt in that craving to see you again, to ask for you to move out there with him. He knew how you saw him, your big heroic brother, the first Robin.

And he knew how he saw you. The little sibling that grew up more and more attractive in his eyes until you no longer resembled the child that mumbled a skittish hello on his first night, only to seek him out and hug him when you heard him crying.

He wasn’t blind to Jason. He wasn’t blind to Tim.

And as his brothers drained the little bastard that tagged along with you free of blood, he greedily tasted you. Tasted your very life blood that pumped through your veins, the very same that had started to sustain him ever since his first night on patrol to this very fair. Same for his brothers when he took them. Same will be for Damien.

And the same would have been for you. Silly thing. Dick parted from your neck, licking his bloodied lips and gave you a small pinch as retribution. Only to immediately drop a kiss to where he did it.

The sound of a body hitting the floor alerted him to the other two, finally fully sated.

Asking you to recall that night would have been cruel. You were full of blood, settling in your stomach, but also weak of it, with three different mouths having sunk their sharpened teeth into your flesh to drink deeply, hands trailing over your body. Jason had been the first to gently push your thighs apart to settle in between them. Pulled at your clothes until your thighs were on show and sunk his teeth, his monstrously large teeth, into the skin. You didn’t even kick at him, not with Tim using that moment to grip your chin, so tightly, so harshly.

He shook you a bit, anger in his movements before pressing his bloodied lips against yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was fueled with years of spite, or not knowing how to make himself as beloved to you as the others were, especially since he was drawn to you instantly. It was unfair. Now, he could hold your head and kiss you and feel your tongue against his, the sire blood and the blood of his last meal mixing together.

Then he tasted your delicious moan as Jason found something tastier to bury his face in other than your thighs. He could hear Dick snicker softly, all the while undoing his belt to slip your hand inside his trousers. Tim, meanwhile, was still running on the high of kissing you. The stupid thing that drifted away from the only thing that had ever mattered and didn’t deign to shoot him a second glance, was now struggling to keep his tongue in your mouth, whining every time he almost pulled away.

You could remember something hot, big, slipping inside of you and Jason’s low groan, pressing his face against your stomach. Tim’s lips leaving your’s and something else replacing them, his cockhead slipping into your mouth greedily. Your hand made to pump Dick’s… Well.

You faded back out. Jason dug his fingernails into your naked sides, just hard enough for you to focus in, eyes meeting his. Fuck.

Being away from you had been torture. Everything had been torture. He felt like you two had been the closest of the entire family. You were closer in age than the others, you were as thick as thieves. The space between you two after he came back…

Jason dragged his fangs against your stomach, pressing all the way into you with a low groan. He had time now. More than enough time. A fuck ton of time. Now he has to focus on important things, like keeping from busting inside of you, just because he always had a stupid crush on his closest friend and they happen to feel so warm and wet and tight around him.

You’re not sure how time passes. Quickly then slowly. Quickly, Jason being the one to kiss you, Dick biting the back of your thigh, Tim pulling out of your mouth and painting your face with cum. Slowly. Tim between your thighs, carelessly digging out the cum tucked so deep inside, before pushing into you himself. Hissing against your ear that you couldn’t leave again, he wasn’t allowing it.

Dick made sure to press kisses against your mouth, finding interest to touch your chest, before enjoying himself handling you, playing with the spot you were most sensitive. Whispering that he wished all your firsts went to him instead of some shits who wouldn't have appreciated it. Made you whine out that you loved your big brother Dick before he let you cum.

Jason just… Sinking his fangs into your skin again and again, switching between drinking and littering you with hickeys. You were pretty sure you could see him mark out a J, but couldn’t be sure, too focused on the way his scarred upper lip looked pressing against your body.

Quick, in the way the cave was spinning and you slipped into a sleep. Slow, when you awoke, completely naked, to your father frowning down at you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

“I thought I told you boys to stay far away from both of my children when finding something to chew on.” His icy eyes dragged over to Dick, who was sluggishly waking, dried blood on his lips.

“You were taking too long.” Tim grumbled, his face buried in your neck.

“No,” Bruce ripped the blanket off of Tim and draped it over your naked form. “Damien is too young. And I wanted to… Fix things.”

“That would have taken… Let’s see, about 5 years.” Jason grumbled, yanking his cargo trousers back on. “Isn’t that how long it takes you to do most important things?”

Your father ignored him. Instead he crouched down in front of you, reaching over to brush some dried blood away from your mouth. You could smell some on him, from a deep gash slowly healing on his wrist. Smelled just like the bottle you drank from.

“Father?” You mumbled, dimly aware that Dick had started to drag the body of your date away, already starting to smell a little bit.

“Hush. Rest.” Bruce murmured. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold a grudge against them for this for a long time.”

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#hm shared by three part 2 after two years AND an update to halloween event? GOD #i refused to do obey me so enjoy the batboys #nsft #quincewrites #dc #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #inky halloween event

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librarianbabs · 1 year ago

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gotta catch ‘em all

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stellasworks · 1 year ago

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Im sensing a theme in my type..

#halloween ends #corey halloween ends #slasher x reader #dick grayson headcanons #batman x reader #spencer reid x reader fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #batboys #damon salvatore #billy loomis #jason todd x reader #brahms x reader

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 25 days ago

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short halloweenish fic……?

if you want this.. send an ask. if i get no asks this will not happen. if i get a lot of asks for similar things i will make a poll. thank you that is all.

xoxo

ness

#—ness writes #the batboys x you #jason todd x reader #dc comics smut #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #jason todd imagine #—delusional as always #red hood x reader #monster fucker #halloween fic #spooky fic #jason todd smut #tim drake imagine #dick grayson imagine

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 1 year ago

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Halloween

Happy Halloween! Welcome to a reading game. How to play: It should be easy. Just read this start and then choose a character to continue the story with. I hope you will like it.

You twisted around in front of the tall mirror checking up your costume from every possible angle, making sure it's perfect. Satisfied with the result, you grinned. You leaned forward to make sure your makeup and hair match the same level of perfection. Everything was exactly as you imagined it.

You looked at the clock. It was almost time to go. You were invited to a great Halloween party which you were looking forward since you got the invitation. However your mate was still in the bathroom. You gave him another 5 minutes, but when he didn't come out, you decided to knock on the door.

"Love? Are you ready? We should go." You listened carefully, but no answer. To be honest it was too quiet inside and that made you worry. "Love?" You slowly pushed the door open. You froze in the doorway in surprise, mouth hanging open.

Azriel

Cassian

Lucien

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incorrectbatfam · 1 month ago

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Tim: When I was a kid I won a contest to DJ at my hometown’s easy listening radio station.

Tim: I then proceeded to play an hour's worth of Evanescence deep cuts and ruin everybody’s morning commutes.

#source: tumblr #tim drake #red robin #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw halloween

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dollishbabess · 1 month ago

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ROMANCE-TOBER :: MOTORCYCLE RIDES AT NIGHT

a/n: omgg I’m gonna need to write every Jason romtober post AFTER OCTOBER AS A MASHUP WITH ALL THE ONES I MISS because I fucking delayed each one!?

I’ve been so busy today and lately and barely had time for myself or motivation I think it’s because I haven’t had my favorite energy drink in a while but tonight WE ARE GONNA WORK!!

The cool October air nipped at your skin as you stood on the quiet street, waiting for Jason to arrive. The evening had already begun to chill, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight off the shivers creeping in. You didn’t have to wait long, though soon enough, the low rumble of the stupid motorcycle Jason owned echoed down the street, followed by the unmistakable sight of Jason on his sleek black bike.

He pulled up beside you, his dark helmet concealing the mischievous smile you knew he had beneath. With a smooth motion, he kicked down the stand and swung his leg over the seat, pulling off his helmet to reveal his tousled hair and those sharp, playful eyes. The streetlights overhead cast a soft glow over him, making him look even more irresistible.

“Ready for a ride?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He held out his helmet for you, a challenge in his gaze. “Or are you too cold to handle it?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you reached for the helmet. “I’ll be fine,” you said, though a shiver betrayed you as soon as you spoke, was Elsa dominating this October season or something.

Jason chuckled and held up a hand, stopping you before you could put the helmet on. “Nah, I can’t have my girl freezing out here.” Without hesitation, he unzipped his leather jacket and shrugged it off, handing it to you. “Here, take this. I’ll be fine.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “But won’t you get cold?”

He shrugged, smirking. “I’m tough. Plus, you can make it up to me later with hot chocolate, Lets just hope I don’t get frostbite.”

‘What a dramatic man’ you thought to yourself with a smile, you accepted the jacket and slipped it on, immediately enveloped in the warmth of the worn leather and Jason’s scent something comforting and familiar, like smoke, leather, and the faintest hint of gunpowder. It was big on you, but the warmth it provided was enough to keep you from complaining. Besides, there was something endearing about wearing his jacket.

“Thanks,” you murmured, zipping it up and feeling its warmth spread through your body.

Jason nodded, watching you for a moment before his gaze softened. “Looks good on you,” he said, his voice lower now. “Better than it does on me.”

You felt your cheeks warm, though you weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the heat from the jacket. “Alright, show off. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Jason grinned and handed you the helmet again, waiting until you were all set before he swung back onto the motorcycle. You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning into his warmth. The chilly air still nipped at your skin, but being so close to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your hands, made it all much more bearable.

“Hold on tight,” he said over his shoulder, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness.

And with that, the motorcycle roared to life, and you were off.

The streets of Gotham blurred around you as Jason expertly maneuvered through the darkened roads. The wind whipped past you, chilly but invigorating, and you held onto Jason a little tighter, resting your cheek against his broad back. The city’s lights twinkled in the distance, casting long shadows across the pavement, but with Jason in front of you, the darkness felt far less intimidating.

As the bike sped up, the cold air seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. Every turn, every subtle shift of the bike, felt effortless in his hands, and you couldn’t help but admire how natural he looked on his motorcycle. It was like the bike was an extension of him—dangerous, sleek, and thrilling all at once.

Jason’s voice cut through the wind as he shouted over his shoulder, “You doing alright back there?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and shouted back, “I’m great!”

The ride continued, the two of you weaving through Gotham’s less traveled streets. Every now and then, Jason would slow down, letting you take in the quiet beauty of the city at night. The leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of gold and red, adding a pop of color to the otherwise dark surroundings. It was peaceful in its own way, Gotham’s chaos seeming far removed from this moment.

Eventually, Jason pulled into a secluded spot by the waterfront, where the city’s skyline stretched out across the river, lights reflecting off the rippling water. He killed the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant hum of the bike. You stayed seated for a moment, both of you still basking in the lingering adrenaline of the ride.

Jason turned his head slightly, his voice soft now. “How was it? Still cold?”

You shook your head, grinning as you finally released your grip on him. “Nope. That was amazing. And this jacket definitely helped.”

He smirked, turning to face you. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You climbed off the bike, a little shaky from the excitement, and handed the helmet back to him. “You always do,” you replied, your voice quieter now, more sincere.

Jason set the helmet aside and stood, reaching out to pull you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him even in the crisp October air. His hands found their way around your waist, holding you close as you both stared out at the city together.

“You’re warmer than the jacket,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

Jason chuckled softly, his breath warm against the top of your head. “I better be. I don’t let just anyone wear my jacket.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes, usually so sharp and full of mischief, were soft now, full of something deeper. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you felt your heart swell with affection.

The two of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet night, the city’s lights dancing across the water. The ride had been exhilarating, but this this moment right here, with Jason holding you close was perfect.

“Next time, though,” Jason said, his voice low and teasing, “we’re getting matching leather jackets. Can’t have my girl outshining me effortlessly everyday.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his chest once more. “Deal. But I still think I look better in yours.”

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Yeah, you do, Your technically a homemade supermodel at this point”

And as you stood together in the cool October night, the warmth of his body and his jacket keeping the chill at bay, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

@dollishbabess - do not copy, repost, or plagiarize or post on different sites or translate!

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lalacliffthorne · 1 year ago

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sweet lil halloween headcanons: modern!roommate!batboys edition

happy halloween from this witch to the lot of you 🐈‍⬛🔮🪦

so apparently, Rhys' Halloween partys are legendary on campus

for some reason, so far, that completely went past you

(most likely because you spent the past few Halloweens with Feyre in her tiny apartment, buried in blankets, watching Hocus Pocus while eating your weight in snacks)

so you're a little confused when about two weeks before Halloween, Rhys drags you with him to meet with a caterer

you're supposed to sample food

tho you're never one to complain about something like that, you do feel a little confused when you blink up at him in question, and Rhys furrows his brows

"wait, didn't I tell you?"

he didn't

he also didn't tell you that this year's location is an old castle in the old part of town

it's where you meet the caterer, in the kitchens in the cellar

on the way, you freeze in place for a solid minute to gape at the cavernous ceilings with huge chandeliers and stone walls of the halls Rhys is renting for the party

it really shouldn't surprise you that much

it's Rhys after all

extravagant and over the top are basically his middle names

how he managed to snag a spot like that at Halloween is beyond you tho

connections, Cassian later says wisely

and probably a shit ton of money

when, staring at the display of different fingerfoods in various spooky forms, you ask tentatively about just how much money, Rhys sends you a grin that is downright wicked

"well, someone has to spend something."

and spending he is

over the course of the next two weeks, Rhys disappears for hours, meeting with people for the bar, a DJ and to take care of decorations

then, a week before Halloween, flyers appear on campus

glossy and deep black, with bats and jack'o'lanterns printed on the front along with the date and location in purple letters

it's the beginning you of constantly hearing people plan their costumes in passing

and the moment you suddenly realise that crap --

you have absolutely no idea what to wear

Mor just giggles at your panic

she drops in as you're desperately scrolling through Pinterest, trying to come up with anything that you like, is cheap and can be assembled in under a week

"jesus, calm down. Rhys may make the whole thing the most extravagant student party of the year, but most people that are coming aren't spending loads of money on their costumes either, it's more about creativity and finding something you like."

that doesn't calm your nerves in the slightest

it's Cassian who, purely by accident, gives you an idea in the end

it's a few days before Halloween, and he's sitting on the couch, flicking through the book you left on the coffee table with furrowed brows

"so they're demon hunters?" he sounds intriguied, looking up at you as you lean over him to try and snag your book

you still, your heart doing a double flip

then you start beaming and pull the book from Cassian's hand, pressing a long, smacking kiss onto his cheek that makes him grin

"what's that for?"

it's for him giving you an idea

it's a perfect one really

the evening of Halloween, the city is already dark outside the windows

when you look outside, you can see kids and their parents on the street, dressed up and ringing doorbells, carrying flashlights and lanterns

Mor comes over to get ready at six

she's also the one who always gets up to open the door for children trick or treating

otherwise, she's sitting on the couch in the living room

she's wearing a long, dark red silk dress with a high slit, her hair open and wavy as she squints in concentration and paints her lips

she's dressed as a devil, complete with headband with little black horns that's sitting on the coffee table

she even put in red contacts

you're sitting crosslegged on the other couch, crunching your brows in focus as you spread the lightest shade of foundation you could find in the drugstore on Rhys' face

when he told you a few days earlier that he's going as a vampire, the first thing flashing through your mind was him in a cheap cape and too small fake teeth

it made you snort laughter and him huff

now you get it

Rhys is dressed to the nines

black silk shirt that's almost all the way unbuttoned and shows off his chest tattoos

black dresspants and black shoes

his hair is lightly styled back, and a strand falls into his face as you powder his face, causing him to sneeze and you to giggle

he even managed to get his hands on very real looking fake canines that flash in the light whenever he sends you a grin

no tacky cape

also no sparkles

he's like a modern, expensive copy of something you'd read in the books you and Feyre inhale at concerning speeds

he lets you pale his skin before using eyeshadows to give him slightly sunken eyes and smear some red paint around his mouth

when he finally sends you a grin, it causes a giddy shiver to run down your spine

Mor does your make-up before, after a look onto the clock, shoos you off to get dressed

when a little later, you step back out of your room, there's a tall figure towering in the doorway to the living room

your breath hitches at the sight of broad shoulders straining against a black t-shirt, black jeans tucked into black boots and amber eyes

they're currently glaring, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why

or at who

you hear Rhys snort from the living room

"yeah, there's no way you're going as you."

with the way Azriel is glaring, there's also no way he's putting on a costume

which doesn't surprise really surprise

Azriel really isn't the type to invest time and care into putting together a costume

if things were going his way, he'd probably stay at home and read a book

which of course, Rhys has planned for

when you move, Azriel turns his head

he seems to still, the glare in his eyes vanishing as the deep furrow between his brows, curtesy of his scowl, smoothens

and he stares

stares at you

dressed from head to toe in black, with a holster strapped to your thigh and temporary black rune tattoos all over your exposed skin

and suddenly, something is fluttering violently against your ribs

somehow, you manage to send him a cheeky grin and get your legs to moving

they kinda feel like jello as you halt in front of him, having to tilt your head back to look up at him

"darling?"

Rhys is suddenly smirking in a wicked way that works even better in his vampire getup, his violet eyes twinkling

"you don't happen to still have some of those tattoos, do you?"

it takes you a second to catch on

then your heart suddenly performs a series of dips and turns

"well...", you look up at Azriel and somehow manage a cheeky, beaming grin, "that would certainly fit."

Azriel huffs

it takes a staring contest of roughly a minute until he accepts his fate

well

or until you smile up at him, something thrumming against your ribs as you crunch your nose

"please? come on, you're not even really dressing up, just - elevating."

you grin widely

Azriel's scowl deepens

(mostly because it's unfair you just have to look at him that way and he would dress up as a pink bunny if you asked)

but he doesn't protest

just rolls his eyes a little and brushs past you to plop down onto the couch

Mor is suddenly very busy correcting a flaw in her make-up you can't seem to find

so it's you who ends up sitting in front of Azriel, his skin warm under your hands as you apply the rune tattoos left all over his arms

you can feel his eyes on your face and try to fight the warmth spreading through your cheeks

at least he doesn't look as huffy as a few minutes ago

(it's hard to stay scowling when all he can focus on is that little crease between your brows as you concentrate and the smell of your perfume and shampoo rising into his nose

he's a hundred percent sure there's no way you don't hear the way his breath catches every time your fingers brush his skin

especially when you lean forward to put one of the runes onto the right side of his throat)

you can feel Azriel's warm breath ghost over your skin as your fingers gently press against the side of his neck

it causes your own to get stuck in your throat, right next to your heart

(you should really get that checked)

you try not to look up, because you're pretty sure you're close enough to see the golden spots in Azriel's eyes

and that would not bode well for your concentration

(you're also close enough that your hair almost tickles his skin and that your scent is everywhere

Azriel needs to physically stop himself from slipping his fingers under your chin and tip your head up to -)

you catch movement from the corner of your eye

glad for a distraction, you raise your head

only to grow wide-eyed

because unlike Rhys, Cassian hasn't told anyone what he's going to dress up as

now, you realize why

Azriel seems to realise you're suddenly distracted, because you feel him turn his head before stilling

most likely because he also sees Cassian standing in the doorway

dressed as Ken

the skater version

complete with sun visor over his tied back hair, neon yellow fanny pack and knee pads

he even has a pair of neon pink skates thrown over his shoulder

you blink at him

once

twice

then you snort a laugh and break into a fit of giggles

it breaks the spell Cassian's outfit has cast, and Mor nearly topples off the couch as she starts laughing while Rhys dramatically drops his face into his hands

even Azriel looks, tho reluctantly, impressed

(mostly because the way you're laughing, tears in your eyes and barely able to breathe as Mor drops to her knees and bows, makes up for whatever extravagent party Rhys is about to throw his way)

when you get to the castle, the place is decorated magnificently

you suddenly understand why Rhys was gone for so long

the floor is covered by whisps of smoke, the lights are dimmed

there are fake cobwebs spun over the brick walls and high ceilings and even the chandeliers

you count two dozen skeletons in one room alone, and armadas of paper bats dangling from the ceilings on invisible strings

dry ice at the snack buffet in combination with the fingerfoods makes you wonder if maybe Rhys just wanted to give his father a heart attack in case he sees the expenses his son accumulated for a student halloween party

there's even an actual bar with a menu of spooky drinks

loads of people are already there, and it's only getting more

everyone is dressed in various degrees of more or less spooky outfits

Feyre is waiting for you near the entrance

she's dressed as Katniss Everdeen, in black armor and with bow and arrow over her shoulder, a little fake blood dried on her temple and eyes bright

"how the fuck did we miss this before??"

you have no idea

you also have no idea where she got the full costume and how she can look so comfortable in chest armor

you do have an idea tho why Rhys is suddenly looking very distracted

it makes you grin cheekily enough for him to huff down at you when he finally catches you staring at him

you're almost sure tho to see his cheeks gain a little color under the pale make up

especially when Feyre grins widely at him

you spend the whole night with Feyre and Mor

you ransack the buffet (you're very proud of your choices)

sample your way through the drink menu

and dance

you sometimes catch a glimpse at Cass in his neon outfit reflecting the lights as he makes his way through the mist

he looks like he's having the time of his life

finally, around two in the morning, your feet hurt and the adrenaline of the night has worn off enough to make you feel tired

also you've lost Feyre and Mor somewhere in the crowd after using the toilet

trying to catch a glimpse at either of them, your eyes instead meet deep, amber ones

your heart dips and swerves in a way that has nothing to do with alcohol or tiredness

Azriel is leaning against a wall halfway across the huge, cavernous room

a strand of dark hair is curving over his forehead, the pink and purple lights make his jaw and cheekbones look even sharper than usual and illuminate the rune tattoos scattered over his skin, fitting in perfectly with his real ones

the sight of him causes something to topple over in your chest

you caught glimpses at him all during the night

usually off in the shadows, leaning against a wall or lounging on a seat, sipping a drink

every time you saw him, there was someone next to him, mostly girls, talking to him, trying to flirt

it made something dip over strangely in your chest

but for some reason, he barely seemed to notice

for some reason, every time, his eyes were already on yours, flashing amber in the flickering lights

just like now

the slight crease between his brows that doesn't quite spell uncomfortable smoothens

then he pushes off the wall and starts to weave towards you

again, your heart does a funny little thing

but you push it away and begin to fight your way through the crowd to meet him

when you finally meet, it takes one look at you for the dip of a crease to appear in his cheek

"home?"

his deep voice makes your skin tingle even through all the noise and the music, and you deflate with a sigh, feeling almost comically relieved

you text Feyre and Mor while Azriel steers you out of the full rooms, his hands on your shoulders

picking up your coats, you feel a happy shiver run over your skin when you step out into the night sky

your breath hangs in white clouds in the air when you huddle up and Azriel offers you the crook of his elbow, his hands in his pockets

and if you take a very long route to get home, wandering through the quiet, cold city and sniffling as you blink up at the bright moon, neither of you makes a comment on it

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