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artemismoon12writes · 4 years

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Title: Autumn Boy, or The Halloween Special

Summer Boy speculation.

“Whatever, you’re here now and I get to subject you to an entire Hollywood party.” Julian said turning towards the mirror as Sneakers mewed happily at Dwight’s scritches. “You’re going to freak out so much, Cameron went all out with his costume.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing here.” Julian said, leaning out over the balcony of his mother’s Hollywood Hills mansion. The night was cool in the October air, but never missing the promise of humidity below the surface that permeated California even on the driest summer days. “What? You were the one who invited me.” Dwight sounded hurt. It shouldn’t surprise him, but surely Dwight should know better by now that Julian did most things not expecting a yes. “You texted me asking if I wanted to come to your Halloween party; and it sounded better than whatever Windsor was thinking up.” “I swore you’d have better things to do. Like I don’t know, make sure the Tweedles don’t contact the wrong spirits with an Ouija board?” Julian suggested. “Hold a séance? Hunt ghosts trapped on the mortal plane?” Dwight shrugged, “If they choose to mess with an Ouija board that’s on them. I leave those tools to Sadie because she’s better at the procedure than I am. If I have to clean up their horror movie later, well it’s better I don’t cringe at their bad execution.” “There’s a procedure?” “Yeah, it’s kind of necessary for any summoning spell.” Dwight didn’t sound surprised he didn’t know that; but unlike a few months back, he wasn’t freaking out that Julian didn’t know what might be fairly standard supernatural knowledge. “You have to cleanse the area before and after, make sure you’re not summoning any malicious spirits, and you need to release the spirits after the encounter or else you trap them in the circle… that is if you even create a circle in the first place. I doubt the twins will do that… I’m just going to prepare for the worst when I get back.” “Which might be a total haunted house?” “There are so many ghosts already in Dalton Academy so having them concentrated might actually make them easier to hunt.” Dwight shrugged, “Besides, Kurt is already cursed so Windsor might be the same when I get back.” “Cursed?” Julian tried to hide him amusement at the description of his frenemy. “I mean I didn’t like the guy but that’s pretty harsh.” “I’ll get Morgan to teach you how to see auras- his is all messed up. I blame that school he used to go to, it’s like on a whole ‘nother dimensional plane of weird. So probably not his fault.” Dwight leant against the railing. “You have a weird aura as well, not cursed but not normal though either.” Julian smirked. “I’m anything but normal Dwight, you should know that by now.” “Yeah.” Dwight smiled indulgently. “Not many people can get me on a plane; let alone to the West Coast. The traffic is horrible by the way, it took me far too long to get here from the airport.” “You say that like you didn’t meant to be late. You just wanted to avoid meeting my mom. That’s so unfair.” Julian pushed himself off the railing, heading back inside to where his costume was hanging over a chair. He’d already gotten his stylist to put something together earlier, and his mother’s makeup artist had already stopped by to help him out before putting his mother into her own Red Riding Hood outfit (she was going to a party at George Clooney’s house, so it wasn’t one for a true horror costume). Dwight followed, looking out of place in the soft greys and whites of the new bedroom that Dolce Larson had set up for her son (before his things arrived from their beach house). Just as out of place as Julian had looked in his he supposed; a dark figure against the fluffy white blanket on the bed, where Sneakers mewed softly up at him. Dwight didn’t seem to have any issues sitting on the edge of the bed, continuing the conversation. “It’s not unfair if it’s an honest mistake.” Dwight let Sneakers climb into his lap, getting white fur all over his black jeans. “Your mom is probably half as chill as mine, and the circumstances are probably much better.” What he doesn’t mention is that Dolce probably would eject him from the house as soon as he squirted her with holy water- which he did to Carlos, the cook hired for the party, and Julian, as he encountered them in that order. Julian, practically used to this by now, had already warned the makeup artist to use her strongest setting agents. The deep red painted down his chin didn’t even smudge. “Whatever, you’re here now and I get to subject you to an entire Hollywood party.” Julian said turning towards the mirror as Sneakers mewed happily at Dwight’s scritches. “You’re going to freak out so much, Cameron went all out with his costume.” “As in he actually made a deal to look like a demon?” Dwight asked. “No, as in he hired a great prosthetics team to make him look like a demon. Which, what’s the difference in this town?” Julian said, touching up the deep red dripping down from the corner of his mouth. There wasn’t much else to the look besides covering up non-existent blemishes but it wouldn’t look the same if he smudged it. “What are you even supposed to be?” Dwight asked, already at the mercy of the small kitten and was laying back across the bed with Sneakers padding all over his chest. “A vampire? I would have thought you’d get fangs in or something.” Julian rummaged through the pockets of the draped burgundy and black fabric over the chair, studded with faux decaying flowers and artfully torn edges before he found what he was looking for. He held the pomegranate up with a smirk, “I thought you’d appreciate it. Dramatic huh?” “Literally?” Dwight rolled his eyes. “Persephone? Why not Hades? I thought you weren’t trying to smack people over the head with your coming out, but ease them into it. It’s not a dress is it?” “Half toga and leather pants, again, I thought you’d appreciate it.” Julian tossed the prop over to have Dwight juggle with that and the demanding kitten on him. “You’re killing me here Larson.” Dwight said as Julian shook out, yep, genuine leather pants, from the pile of clothing. “I thought we were staying friends here.” “It’s up to you how you chose to interpret that.” Julian said. “Besides, I like the revisionist stories that are floating around. I have an idea to use one for an upcoming pitch- young beautiful god stolen away to the underworld, only to find her own power down there and come out more terrifying and strong than ever.” “So you’re going with Persephone, Queen of the Dead interpretation? You could have still done that with Hades, maligned of the three sons of Kronus who chose to rule the worst realm in the best way.” Dwight said, tossing the pomegranate into the air before catching it again. Sneakers batted at his hand and he paused to let the kitten inspect the prop and find it wanting before continuing. “You could still wear leather pants for that if you wanted. Hot modern Hades or something.” “Yeah, but Persephone is hotter.” Julian shrugged, “I also kind of wanted to make a point. I got dragged to hell, but I own it now.” Dwight looked up at the top part of the costume, noting the cluster of decaying flowers were in fact, half dead red roses. He let out a soft ‘oh’ and nodded. “I personally think my stylist went above and beyond for this personally.” Julian continued like he hadn’t brought down the mood a bit. “There’s also a collar involved, and arm bands. Got to make it look more Grecian even if it is a modern twist.” “You’re such a shit. A collar? Really? Do you want the internet to speculate for days? Your twitter mentions are going to be hell until Thanksgiving.” Julian clasped the silver band on anyways and had the distinct pleasure of hearing Dwight protest mostly to himself. “You’re so predictable White Knight.” “Yeah well you’re full of shit Cheshire.” Dwight propped himself up to Sneaker’s loud mewing protest. “Also, speaking of, the twins know.” Julian looked back. Dwight shrugged, already knowing the question Julian was about to ask. “I didn’t tell them. But they did ask me to say hi.” Hmm. Logan must have said something. “Do you mind them knowing?” “Well, they haven’t said anything yet. But I don’t really mind, again, I’m not the one in the closet.” “I’m working on it. It’s a delicate process.” “I know, I know. That wasn’t an attack, just the truth.” Dwight held up his hands. He tossed the prop back to Julian, who placed it on the desk. “What’s your costume anyways?” Julian asked, pulling off his shirt to put the costume on. “If I known you hadn’t brought one, I’d have gotten a Hades thrown together.” Dwight glared at Julian’s wicked grin. “You’re awful. I’m already wearing it, isn’t it obvious?” He picked up Sneakers and plopped him to the side as Julian adjusted the sleeves of his costume shirt. The armbands came next, but he was still paying attention to Dwight’s gesturing at his outfit, long trenchcoat, black everything, maybe a little more steampunk than normal but… pretty par for the course with Dwight. “You’re the Columbine shooter? That’s messed up.” Julian said ignoring Dwight’s swearing protest. “I’m not-“ “I know, I know. But you always wear a trenchcoat, it doesn’t even look like you tried.” Julian fastened the last band around his wrist. Dwight sighed, “Okay, maybe not without the hat, lemme grab it.” He got the hat from the corner of the room, and the dissembled crossbow he’d somehow gotten through security- again, pretty normal for Dwight. He shook his hair out of it’s ponytail and tried his innane gesturing again. “See?” “Nope.” Julian lent against the chair. “Unless you’re a Nice Guy who studies the blade in his mom’s basement.” “Come on! I’m Van Helsing! Even you should know that version of him!” Dwight was genuinely disappointed he hadn’t gotten it. But Julian just snorted. “You’re the living embodiment of Van Helsing day to day, excuse me if I don’t get your shitty movie references.” Julian was smiling though. “Hey, I thought you liked Hugh Jackman.” “It was a shitty movie. Admit it, this is just an excuse to be able to spray people with holy water and say you’re ‘in character’; it’s very method, I approve.” “Your standards for costumes are way too high. This is a new coat.” Dwight crossed his arms, annoyed. “I just have high standards. Luckily for you, you’re pretty.” Julian brushed his hair out of his face, knowing full well he was being a little shit and was completely uncaring about it. “Just friends remember?” Dwight said looking pained. “And friends help friends into their leather pants so they can knock everyone out at their Halloween Party. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” Sneakers wound through Dwight’s legs and mewed, as if agreeing with his owner. Dwight looked down and glared, “sure ‘into’. That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.” “It’s an excuse though.” Julian said, not bothering with subtle as he placed his hands on Dwight’s chest. “Take it or leave it?” “This is really not helping the demon theory.” Dwight said monotone. “You already did the test, you just want plausible deniability for when Sadie asks you what you did when you go back.” Julian let his hands go lower. “Shut up.” And they did. Or at least until Carlos knocked on the door saying the guests were arriving soon, and it probably wouldn’t do to have the host missing… or pantsless with another guest until at least after midnight. Point made.

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lucifer-kane · 13 years

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Dwight/Julian Dwulian

Dwight sits on his bed in the middle of the day on a Saturday, not really p for doing anything, nothing much to exorcize. He looks around the room, no one there other than him, his roommate is gone for the weekend and the entire next week, so he really has no one to talk to. That is until the door to his room opens and Julian Larson walks in.

“What are you doing here Larson?” Dwight asks, eyebrow raised slightly. Julian has yet to cross the rock salt line that lines the hunters door so he’s not sure if Julian is really Julian or not.

“What? I’m not allowed to talk to a fellow Windsor?” Dwight hides a slight chuckle.

“Well. I would think you would talk to someone other than 'The freak over in Windsor that sprays everything with Holy-Water and throws Rock-Salt at everyone who comes near him’” Julian chuckles and walks into the room and sits down next to Dwight.

“Now. You know that I have never called you a freak” Dwight quirks an eyebrow. As that was true why would Julian be here. Talking to him. Dwight tilts his head as if saying Okay. You’re here. So what do you want Julian sucks in a breath then looks at Dwight, eyes filled with......love? Passion? What ever it was it made Dwight feel awkward sitting next to the diva.

“Dwight. I wanted to know if you would like to go out on a date with me tonight? Dwight’s eyes go wide and he falls off the side of the bed Wait! Did Julian just ask me out on a date?! ME why the hell would he ask me out on a date!? Once Dwight is out of his slight trance he feels two arms wrap around him and pick him up, setting him back on the bed. The ghost hunter looks back at Julian and only manages to stutter out a small, high pitched 'yes’. Julian smiles and sets his hand over Dwight’s hand and simply says

“Be ready by 8:00” Dwight nods and watches as Julian walks out and gives a small wink.

At around 7:30 Dwight is in the common room of Windsor waiting for Julian hands shaking slightly and a little bit of sweat on his brow. Every Windsor boy who happens to see him in the common room are wondering why he’s dressed.... some what out of his normal clothing and in something more dressy than usual. He bites his lip causing it to redden more. He hears people murmuring to each other, wondering why Julian is in Windsor. He just smiles and nods slightly, walking into the common room.

Dwight. You ready to go?” He says in a happy tone, his eyes traveling somewhat down Dwight’s slender torso. Dwight nods shakily. Julian chuckles and runs his hand down Dwight’s arm, then clasps their hands together softly. When they walk out of the common room and out the doors of Windsor, the twins, who are playing outside drop their Nerf guns and stare at the two in awe.

“White Knight and Cheshire are........together?” they say in unison, saying 'together’ with tilted heads. Julian just chuckles their way and gets into the back of a limo next to Dwight. Dwight shifts awkwardly next to him, not because of the date, just because he’s never been on a date before let alone had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Dwight looks at Julian

“S-so where are we going?” He asks, looking at Julian’s brown eyes.

“You’ll see soon.” Is all that he says, telling the driver to take a left then a right. After a few minutes of driving they stop at a place where there’s a park. Julian gets out then Dwight shortly follows. The younger boy looks around and sees a picnic basket under a large oak tree. The scene is really nice; the leaves on the trees turning color showing that fall is approaching, there’s not much of a coldness in the air, but when, for some reason, Dwight stands next to Julian it’s warmer for some reason. Any other times he would of pulled out his Holy-Water and sprayed the brunet. But this time he’s not going to. For some reason he feels really safe and secure around the pop star. They walk over to the blanket that is set out and sit on it. Julian smiles at Dwight and pulls out two sandwiches from the basket and hands one to the other boy. As they eat they also chat quietly. Dwight seems more at ease around him and talks more freely. They finish the food and sit in a small silence for a little bit. Julian looks at him and smiles at the way Dwight is looking around, not awkwardly, but simply in awe that he’s here, with someone who likes him, something that he never though would happen in a long time. Julian moves closer and puts a shaking hand over Dwight’s. Dwight looks at him, brown eyes wide with surprise. Once he sees it’s Julian he calms down and flips over his hand to intertwine their fingers. Julian looks into the ravens eyes then cups his cheek. Dwight’s mouth gapes as his face goes stop light red as he watches the actor moves slowly closer. The brunet moves closer and closer until their lips are simply brushing together softly. Dwight moves his head so that their lips are pressing together in a gentle full kiss. The kiss only lasted about two seconds, but to Dwight it lasted forever. Soon they both pull away slowly. Julian smiles at how Dwight’s cheeks are even more red than before. Dwight simply smiles and breaths out a

“Wow” Julian smiles and nods

“It’s getting late, we should get back to Dalton” Dwight nods, stands up, and the two head back to Dalton.

Once back at Dalton, Julian walks Dwight back to his dorm, walking slowly. They stop in front of Dwight’s dorm. The other boys of Windsor peaking their heads out of their dorm’s and watching the two. Dwight smiles softly.

“Today was really nice, I really liked it” He says eyes darting everywhere. Julian smiles and tilts the other boys chin up with his finger, so that they are looking eye to eye.

“Thank you for making tonight happen” Dwight flushes hard then Julian softly kisses him. Once he pulls away, he walks away letting the other boys get ready to ambush the ghost hunter. Well. Windsor you’ll have to wait ‘till morning until you get anything out of me he thinks to himself then walks into his dorm and flops on the bed, smiling big. He rolls over, not bothering to change. He falls asleep, a smile across his face.

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