#halloween drabbles

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Halloween requests!!! I've been vibing for pumpkin season since September 1st, so this is fantastic! I can't wait to see what Halloween horrors abound here 😍

Hook (Peter Pan 2003) x female reader

Smut: No preference, so whatever strikes your fancy

Reader is at a Halloween party and somehow ends up in Neverland? Bonus if Hook has something to say about her pirate costume (author's choice if it's in the style of big boxstore tacky, sexy, 'authentic', or what have you 🙃)

If you aren't up for the request, it's all good!

Captain James Hook (imagine Jason Isaac’s Hook) x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss. AN: Hope you enjoy! I am open for Reader insert requests, come at me ya'll.

Halloween Pirate

The night was alive with the laughter and chatter of guests, their costumes creating a colorful sea through which you had to find your way. The Halloween party was in full swing, held within a grand ballroom adorned with cobwebs and flickering candles, casting eerie shadows upon those who danced beneath the crystal chandelier. Macabre decorations of skeletons and bats hung from the walls, pumpkins were found in each corner.

It was a party you couldn’t just attend without an invitation. And a costume. Those who weren’t dressed for the occasion were bluntly sent home. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your own pirate costume. It was an ode to days long past, with loving attention paid to every detail, ensuring authenticity and capturing the spirit of a swashbuckling adventurer. From your tricorn hat adorned with golden trimmings to the billowing white shirt peeking out from underneath a deep red waistcoat, it was clear that no expense had been spared in the making of the ensemble. Your black pants hugged your hips, tucked into tall leather boots that comfortably encased your feet, perfect for dancing. Or dueling.

"Ahoy, matey!" a friend called out to you, raising their plastic lightsaber in salute. You grinned and returned the gesture, allowing yourself to be swept up in the lively atmosphere.

A fellow pirate approached you, clearly impressed by your attire. "You've really outdone yourself this time," they said admiringly, eyeing the gleaming cutlass hanging at your side.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and genuine appreciation. "I wanted to make sure it was as authentic as possible."

As you exchanged pleasantries with other party-goers, you couldn't help but feel a certain thrill – a sense that tonight would be one to remember.

You danced a bit with your friends and laughed a lot. But after a while, you felt your mouth turn dry and looked around for the tables with food and drinks on them. Of course, the drink you had set your eyes on was gone. An empty spot glaring at you. There was more in the kitchen, one of the waitresses told you, and so you decided to venture into the kitchen for a drink.

You made your way through the crowd, which was quite the challenge, to find yourself in front of a closed door that should lead to the kitchen. Here you had seen the waiters pass through all evening with fresh snacks and drinks.

But the wooden door was closed.

Weird, you thought. The door wasn’t very big either, smaller than you had thought it had been. Hadn’t there been double doors here? You must have remembered it incorrectly.

Pushing it open with a sense of adventure, you stepped into an opulent chamber that seemed worlds away from the raucous celebrations outside.

"Wow," you breathed, your voice barely audible as you took in the lavish surroundings. The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting exotic lands and mythical creatures, while the floor was adorned with plush velvet cushions and ornate rugs. An enormous chandelier cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating a magnificent table laden with delectable treats and goblets of sparkling wine.

"Where in the world am I?" you wondered aloud, feeling as if you had somehow been transported to a realm of enchantment and luxury.

As you wandered deeper into the room, your fingers trailing over the smooth marble of a nearby statue, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strangely familiar about this place, as if you had stumbled upon a forgotten corner of your own imagination.

A large map spread across one of the walls. Curious, you approached it.

Only to realize that this wasn’t a world map. Not the one you were used to, anyway.

There was no Africa, no United States, no Europe. This was no ordinary map. Perhaps something of a fandom, you mused. Perhaps this was part of a storybook or a movie? It depicted a world unlike any you had ever seen before, a place where mermaids swam in crystal clear lagoons and pirates' coves lay hidden among rocky shores.

Absentmindedly, you traced your finger along the coastline of the fantastical island full of detail, more than you would have expected from a fantasy map. The word "Neverland" was emblazoned across the parchment in bold, swirling letters, and your heart skipped a beat as childhood memories of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys came flooding back to you.

"Neverland," you giggled softly, shaking your head. Of course, you knew about that fictional world.

"Ah, so you have heard of our little slice of paradise, haven’t you?" A husky, low voice came from behind you, catching you by surprise. The huskiness sent shivers down your spine. There was something raw about that voice, something that made a warmth spark in the pit of your stomach. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with none other than a man dressed as Captain Hook himself. He didn’t seem familiar, not anyone you’d ever met before. But he looked amazingly in character.

His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul, while his long black hair fell in seductive ringlets around his chiseled, stubble-lined jaw. He was dressed in the finest velvet, his tall hat adorned with soft white feathers that quivered with every movement. A silver hook gleamed menacingly from the stump of his right hand, a testament to both his ruthlessness and cunning.

"Captain Hook," you breathed, entranced by the vision before you. It was as if the infamous pirate captain had leaped straight from the pages of your favorite childhood storybook, brought to life in all his dark and twisted glory. This man’s costume was superb.

"Indeed," he replied with a wicked grin, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "So you have heard of me?” A pleased hum escaped his lips. “No wonder, since you are here.” He clicked his tongue, brushing the tip past his lips in a pensive gesture while he studied you for a moment.

“And who might you be, my dear? I don’t remember having seen you on my ship before."

You laughed, thinking the man made a funny in-character remark. The room did look like a luxurious cabin on a ship, you thought. And the man himself, he looked astonishingly like the real deal. Or well, like how you had imagined the captain would look like if he had been real. A perfect Halloween outfit, you thought.

“A fellow pirate?” He asked.

"Something like that," you replied coyly, your pulse quickening as his intense gaze roamed over your pirate costume. There was something undeniably alluring about this man.

"Your ensemble is quite remarkable," Hook complimented, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "One of the finest I've seen in some time."

"Thank you, Captain," you replied with a playful curtsy, enjoying the way his eyes remained fixed on you with a subtle undercurrent of attraction. "I do my best."

"Clearly," he murmured, stepping closer until the scent of leather and sea salt filled your nostrils. His presence was intoxicating, filling you with a heady mixture of excitement and danger, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. "Now tell me, lass—where exactly do you hail from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased, meeting his intense stare with a mischievous glint in your eye. The game had begun, and you were more than eager to play along.

"Indeed, I would," Hook replied, his tone growing rougher as he sensed your willingness to engage in this dance of wits. "Perhaps I could persuade you to share your secrets, hm?"

"Perhaps," you mused, your heart pounding in your chest at his nearness. "But I think I'd rather keep you guessing for now."

For a moment, the man’s features darkened. As if he was frustrated by your response. Then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Very well," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But remember, a captain always needs to stay informed. About anything,” here he paused and his blue eyes slid down your frame once more, “and everything,” he then added.

"Of course," you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest. Was he implying what you thought he was? Surely not. But then again, his eyes roamed your body and had darkened.

And then, before you could think about it any further, his left hand brushed past yours, and fingers tangled with yours, pulling you along gently but firmly. You followed, trying not to stumble at the sudden movement.

The tension in the air was palpable as Captain Hook led you away from the strange map and into a dimly lit, quiet nook. The atmosphere seemed to shift. You felt your breath hitch as Hook pressed you against the wall, his body effectively trapping yours.

“And right now,” the man whispered in your ear, breath tickling your skin, “I have stumbled upon a stranger dressed in such fine clothes, it makes me suspicious. Can she be a spy?”

Your eyes grew wide, feeling how you were still trapped between his upper body and the wall. The slight pressure was enough to keep you in place and at the same time, the friction created was making your nipples peak. “No, not a spy,” you quickly said, frowning. “I was looking for the kitchen. I never intended to end up…” Here you hesitated and tried to look around the man. Was this an expensive-looking office? Where exactly had you ended up?

"Be a mysterious, lass," he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. His gaze roamed over your outfit once more, this time lingering on the intricate details that made your pirate attire so authentic. "I must admit, I find myself quite taken with you."

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. As Hook's hand began to explore your body, tracing the curves and edges of your clothing, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. His touch was firm yet gentle, and the contrast between his warm fingers and the cool metal of his hook sent an electric current through your veins.

"Tell me," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "If I were to take off these fine garments of yours, would I find you just as enchanting beneath them?"

His words hung heavy in the air, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. Was this man serious? Then again, why didn’t you even try so much as to stop him? How come you enjoyed this? He was a stranger!

Hook had always been a figure of mystery and danger in your mind, but never before had you imagined yourself in such an intimate situation with him. And yet, here you were.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you managed to tease, your voice barely above a whisper. It was a risky game you were playing, but one you couldn't resist.

"Indeed, I would," he growled, his grip tightening on your waist. The pressure of his fingers and the sharp edge of his hook served as a reminder of his dominant nature, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what he might do next.

"Perhaps," you continued, your heart racing in your chest. "But you'll have to earn that privilege, Captain."

Hook's eyes darkened with desire, and you knew you'd successfully stoked the flames of his curiosity. Whether that was a wise decision or not, only time would tell. But for now, you were both caught up in the dangerous dance of attraction, unable to break away from the magnetic pull that kept drawing you closer together.

"Very well," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Tell me a story.”

His request surprised you, his voice low and inviting. A story? About what?

"Alright," you agreed, laughing softly. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a girl who found herself at a Halloween party, dressed as a pirate..."

You began to spin a tale that danced between fantasy and reality, weaving together your own experiences with elements from stories you'd grown up with. As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice how intensely Hook was listening to you. His gaze never wavered, and you felt as if he was seeing straight through to your soul.

Feeling bolder, you reached out and let your fingers trace the intricate embroidery of his velvet coat, finding it surprisingly soft beneath your touch. Not the fancy dress material, you noted, but the expensive real deal. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, gauging his reaction. He didn't pull away, instead, his lips curled into a slight smile, encouraging you to continue.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the party in the distance.

Emboldened by his response, you allowed your hands to wander further, exploring the taut muscles beneath his clothing. The contours of his body sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself both fascinated and excited by what you discovered. The dangerous undertone to your actions only served to heighten the thrill, making your pulse race wildly in your chest. Whoever this stranger was, he was well-built, making your core pulse hot and wet. You knew you should stop before things got too far, but why stop now when feeling him up was bringing you such pleasure? You deserved a little bit of fun every now and then, didn’t you? And this man was fun. At the very least, he was exactly the type of man you had dreamed of. And he wanted to be touched by you. How often have you had a chance like this?

Hook's breathing grew heavier as your fingertips grazed over his chest, the feeling of desire clearly mutual. His striking blue eyes darkened with lust, locked onto yours as if daring you to push the boundaries even further.

"Interesting," he commented, his voice husky and thick with unspoken need. "But how does your story end?"

"Perhaps it doesn't have to end just yet," you suggested, your voice trembling with anticipation. You were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist. A tad longer, you thought, just a bit more. Enjoy it as long as it lasts…

You felt your fingers trail down the curve of his shoulder, every inch of him a testament to power and danger. The tension in the air thickened as you brushed against the fabric encasing his arm, your mind racing with the excitement of the unknown. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn't help but wonder if he could feel it too.

"Careful," Hook warned, his voice low and almost playful. "There's more to me than meets the eye."

"Isn't that true for everyone?" you replied, curiosity guiding your hand further down his arm. When your fingertips grazed over something cold and metallic, you hesitated, your pulse quickening.

"Ah, you've found my little secret," he murmured, his eyes darkening as they held your gaze. "Would you like a closer look?"

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the gleam of metal. As he slowly raised his arm, you realized with a start that what you had felt was not a mere ornament or accessory. It was his hook, glistening silver and wickedly sharp.

It was real.

And its presence sent shivers down your spine. Because this was more than just a fancy dress item. This was more than a costume. The hook was attached with expensive-looking leather straps. Too glorious to have been crafted for a Halloween feast. Perhaps he had played the part somewhere else, you wondered. But an eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that there was only one explanation for why this hook looked so real and so sharp.

This man truly had no hand.

And this hook was truly a replacement for it, sturdy and made to last all the wear and tear of ordinary day life.

"Your... your hook..." you stammered, your wide eyes shifting between the deadly weapon and his piercing blue gaze. "It's real."

Hook grinned, a sinister edge to his smile that made your heart race even faster. "Of course, darling," he purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am Captain Hook, after all."

In that instant, the line between fantasy and reality blurred. You were struck by the powerful realization that this man, this pirate, might be more than a man in a costume. He was alive, dangerous, and undeniably captivating.

“You seem surprised,” he murmured, “You weren’t a moment ago. What changed?”

Unable to find words, you stared at him, lips parting and closing like a fish.

"Does it frighten you?" Hook asked, his voice laced with a dark and seductive undertone that made it impossible to look away while he twisted and turned the hook in front of your face. You had no other choice but to watch the cold metal up close, see the sharp tip glisten in the light of the lamps.

You hesitated, but then your eyes met his hypnotic blue ones. A strange sense of resolve washed over you.

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I like it."

Hook's grin widened, and for a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a flash of genuine admiration in his eyes. "Well then," he said softly, as if sealing an unspoken pact between you. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his breath warm against your ear. Obediently, you allowed your eyelids to flutter shut, surrendering yourself to him completely.

And then, suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, soft and insistent, claiming you as his own. The kiss was like nothing you'd ever experienced before, a dizzying blend of passion and tenderness that left you breathless and aching for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste of him.

As the two of you kissed, warmth spread through you, making your skin tingle. This man was a good kisser, you thought. Too good to be true. Your knees turned to jelly and you were grateful to be wearing such sturdy boots or you might have melted into a puddle.

When at last you broke apart, your chest heaving with the effort of catching your breath, you opened your eyes to find Hook smirking down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I think I know the ending to your tale,” he whispered, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. "And they lived happily ever after,” a soft whisper that sent goosebumps down your skin.

Then he started to laugh, his grip on you tightening as he pulled you in close. Then he cut off his own laughter by pressing his lips against yours once more in a demanding and sensual kiss that made you see stars.

“I suppose you are mine now,” the captain mumbled once the kiss was broken. “After all, you are on my ship. And you know what they say, finders keepers.”

You wanted to laugh, wanted to say how silly that idea was, even though you felt flattered that he wanted to keep you. But then the wooden door through which you had come opened and a new man appeared. A sailor. Mr. Smee. He looked shocked, probably just as shocked as you. Because behind the sailor you didn’t see the ballroom you had left only minutes ago. Instead, you saw and heard the sloshing sea. Rambunctious pirates walked the deck. Seagulls flew overhead. And the very real and very cool metal hook was now near your throat, lovingly bringing you in for another kiss, when you realized, this was no mere man dressed in a costume to attend a party.

This Captain Hook was real.

~*~

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🎃 CG!Vex’ahlia x Regressor!Percival (Vox Machina)

(Please and thank you Yuyu!!!)

- Your bitty blossom!!! 🌸 (@thetinyblossom)

a/c: It's so good to see you here bitty blossom!! absolutely, thank you for your request and have a happy halloween!!

CG! Vex'ahlia x Regressor! Percival de Rolo

Vex always dresses Percy with style while also keeping his comfort in mind, especially being accustomed to the groans of her brown bear companion if those requirements aren't met.

Is fascinated by the idea of trick or treating. You mean we can walk up to any house with a light on and get free candy? For the whole night? Sign them up.

Will stop every other hour to check in with him if he needs anything (a snack (and no, candy doesn't count)/water/potty break) as the excitement of the festivities can get him carried away.

One of the easiest pairs to get attention from other groups, especially when they bring Trinket along. Vex will offer free rides on him as long as they pay up with candy/treats to her baby.

She seems like the type of mom to walk around with a small cup of ale to keep herself light and enjoy the festivities with Percy.

Despite it being a struggle herself, she'll do her best to limit Percy's candy intake and instead gives some to her brother if Percy is alright with sharing.

[only-lonely-stars]

Halloween Drabble 6 (Sugar High)

[1 - Carving Pumpkins] // [2 - Trick-or-Treating] // [3 - Vampirism] // [4 - Scary Movie Marathon] // [5 - Halloween Party] // [7 - Costume Fight] // [8 - Cobwebs] – (FFN) (AO3)

Summary:

A collection of drabbles, all to do with Halloween!

Prompt:

Sugar high! (Dragongem17 on FFN)

"Hey, Nya! Where'd you put the candy?" a voice called from inside the Monastery.

"I left it in the kitchen!" the water master called back, just on the other side of the wall.

"It's not there!"

"Then I didn't move it, Kai!"

Kai grumbled sourly, coming around by her. "I just want my Kit-Kats."

Nya paused. "...You know, I saw Lloyd eating some of those…"

Their eyes widened in realization. "Lloyd got to the candy."

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Let there be a lesson known to all who cross Lloyd Garmadon, the mighty Green Ninja: never, under any circumstances, give him free access to sugar. As for why…

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Lloyd lounged over the back of the couch, head on the seat cushions and legs slung over the back. A pile of wrappers sat next to him.

"Lloyd? What happened to you?" Nya asked gingerly.

Lloyd grinned and looked up at her. "Hey, Nya! Nothing happened."

"You look dead," Kai commented bluntly. "Or high."

"Sugar high, maybe." Lloyd snickered. "It feels amazing."

"You're going to crash so hard tonight."

The younger ninja laughed and turned himself so he sat properly, then jumped to his feet. "I won't crash! You can't make me!"

Kai growled. "You ate my Kit-Kats!"

"Maaaaybe."

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"Catch me if you can!" Lloyd immediately dashed out the door.

"LLOYD!"

As her brothers ran off, shouting, Nya sighed and shook her head. "Idiots. Both of you are idiots." Her eyes strayed to the little pile of candy that remained. "Well… maybe I'll snag just one."

[bridgyrose]

In honor of spoopy season Penny, Weiss and Ruby freak themselves out with scary movies and a ouija board and end up huddled together all night.

(Might as well give this trio a right scare)

“This doesnt sound like an… intelligent… idea,” Weiss said as she watched Ruby and Penny.  

Penny finished setting up the ouija board as Ruby turned off the lights, her eyes practically glowing in the dark. “It is just a toy. Everything will be fine.” 

“Besides, its only for tonight.” Ruby put a slasher film on, watching the room light up as the tv turned on. “And Penny had the idea for it.” 

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose and sat down on the bed. “I swear to the gods, if you two keep me up all night…” 

Penny nodded and made her way to Weiss, giving her a small kiss on her cheek. “It will only be one movie and a few minutes with a toy that Ruby has wanted to try out.” 

Ruby practically jumped onto the bed next to Weiss, and then laid down across her lap. “You wanted to try it out too, Pen. Just a few minutes to see if it actually works, and then we’ll go to bed.” 

“And if it does work?” Weiss leaned into Penny, gently stroking Ruby’s hair. “We fight grimm, not demons.” 

“I am sure grimm count as demons,” Penny piped up as the movie started. “They do seem to come up out of nowhere.” 

“Just watch the movie.” 

Penny nodded and held Weiss close as she cuddled her, eyes glowing in the dark room as she tried to focus on the movie. She still didnt understand why Ruby liked movies like this, but if it gave her time with the two friends she cared about, then she’d watch whatever movie Ruby wanted. She relaxed, letting her mechanical hum ring through the air. 

As the movie went on, the planchette on the ouija board started to move, slowly sliding across the wooden board to the first letter, “I’. The lights in the room flickered on for a moment before shutting off, the tv powering off. Ruby sat up and made her way over to the tv, trying to turn it back on. 

Weiss sighed and sat up. “Everything alright?” 

“I think the power’s out,” Ruby said as she checked the cables to the tv. “Its not coming back on.” 

Penny got up and opened up the door to the apartment, looking around the hallway of the apartment complex. “Lights are still one, so we should have power.” 

“Its still not coming on.” Ruby smacked the back of the tv before getting back up. “I’ll check the breaker to make sure we didnt blow anything.” 

Penny closed the door and made her way back to Weiss, pulling her close. “I will keep you safe until she comes back.” 

“My hero,” Weiss said with a smile as she leaned in. 

Penny pulled Weiss close, gently rubbing her side to keep her calm. Her fingers clicked as she ran them up and down her girlfriend’s side, pausing when she heard a crash from the kitchen. She slowly sat up and looked over. “Ruby? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine!” Ruby called out from the bedroom. “Nothing’s tripped in the breaker, just trying to change a fuse.” 

Penny slowly got up, pulling away from Weiss to check the kitchen. Her eyes started to light up brightly to let her see in the dark, a ghostly green hue cast along the walls as she checked for anything that fell. She paused when she saw one of the cupboards open and a glass shattered on the floor. “Be careful around the kitchen. A glass shattered.” 

“Try to be careful,” Weiss said as she got up. “Glass will still tear into your skin.” 

“I will be.” Penny carefully grabbed the broom from the corner of the kitchen and started to sweep up the shattered glass, using her eyes to try to catch the gleam of light from the shards. Her ears caught the hum of the lights flickering on and off for a moment before the apartment went quiet again. 

A cold breeze started to pick up in the apartment as the planchette moved again, the bedroom door slammed shut. Weiss walked over to the door to open it, pausing when she felt it was locked. “Ruby? Did you lock the door?” 

“No!” Ruby called out as she tried to open the bedroom door. “Its stuck.” 

Penny finished sweeping and threw the glass shards away, walking to the bedroom door to try to open it. Her body froze as she heard singing behind her, her vision started to fade. The singing stopped as quickly as it came, her vision going back to normal as her hand gripped the doorknob. She gave a quick turn, feeling the door open without issue. 

Ruby pushed the door open, almost running into Penny. “Fuse has been replaced. Try the lights again?” 

Weiss nodded and flipped the lightswitch, freezing as the light came on and a geist stood behind Penny, ghostly fingers running across her shoulder. “Penny?” 

“What is wrong?” Penny asked, tilting her head a bit, then pausing when she caught a glance of the geist out of the corner of her eye. She quickly turned around, swords at the ready as the geist faded away. “That… that was a grimm… right?”

“I think so,” Ruby answered as she made her way to the ouija board. She picked up the planchette off the “Bye” space and sighed. “But maybe we should put this away just in case.” 

Weiss nodded and propped the door open as she grabbed a couple blankets. “And maybe we can watch one of those mindless action movies you like.” 

Penny scanned the room and put her swords away once she was sure there was no sign of the geist in the room. She slowly made her way back to the couch, keeping herself on standby as she watched her girlfriends. “And I will make sure to take care of it if it comes back.” She slowly put her hand on the couch to keep herself from shaking any further. “And to keep you both safe.”

[angstyaches]

for the sick or treat asks,,, what if we had shayne 🍫... a bit uncharacteristic but that's why i'm interested to see how you might write that! if you're up for it:)

Overindulgence also requested by @wussifer, thank you, my dears! Sorry the emeto isn't shown, I just really wanted some soft Sharlie and Belle.

Sick or Treat Game

CW: mention of emeto, overindulgence (soda; I still don't feel like he's at the point of actually overeating but still really loved the idea of this prompt!!)

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“Happy Halloween!” Charlie waved as a tiny Jack Sparrow and a ghost sprinted towards where their parent were waiting at the end of the driveway. They stopped to wave again, almost spilling their candy buckets in the process. Charlie lifted Belle’s hand and gently had her wave back, much to the parent’s visible delight.

After all, how could one not be delighted by an adorable little cutie in a pumpkin costume? Charlie was about ready to drop dead out of love for his niece.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

A faintly raspy voice made Charlie turn his head as the trick-or-treaters walked down the street. He shut the front door again as Shayne skulked down the shadowy hallway, retreating from the noise and bustle of the living room. He hadn’t brought a costume, but in his usual dark attire, he didn’t exactly stand out. Charlie had wriggled into a cheap plastic clown jumpsuit he’d bought a few years ago, which Ingrid had – characteristically – stored in a box until the time came for it to be used again. He'd thought about doing face paint, but had decided that since Belle was probably still just learning to recognise him, he'd be better off without it.

“And?” Charlie grinned.

Shayne raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall next to the door, as though he intended to let Charlie come up with his own answer. His dark eyes swiveled to Belle, who was elegantly drooling around the tips of her own thumb, and then fixed on Charlie’s face again.

He looked... a little off.

“Hi,” Charlie said experimentally.

"Hi."

Charlie tilted his hip, drawing both arms around Belle and twisting his upper body in the opposite direction, so that he could lean over and give Shayne a kiss on the cheek. He felt Shayne’s fingers softly graze his hip, and Charlie ached with the need to bury his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair.

They’d been behaving themselves all night, due to the fact that they were barely ever out of sight of Charlie’s family; not that Ingrid or Trevor ever made them feel bad for being physically affectionate, but Charlie would rather swallow a spider whole than give Jonathan any excuse to tease or embarrass him. Besides, present moment aside, the thought of doing anything too intense near Belle made him a little uneasy.

“So..." Finger still lightly tracing over Charlie's waist, Shayne cleared his throat. "I threw up."

Charlie frowned, adjusting Belle on his hip again. “You what? When?”

“Few minutes ago.”

After making sure Belle was stable between his waist and his elbow, Charlie laid one hand against Shayne’s cheek, once more inspecting his complexion and the brightness of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Shayne nodded, pressing his cheek into Charlie's touch. "I'm fine."

“Is it stressing you out? Being here?” Charlie asked, his mind racing as he struggled to recall any signs that Shayne was having a bad time. He’d seemed content enough to listen to Nicole’s complaints about Belle’s sleep schedule, and to Jonathan’s ridiculous ramblings.

“No, it’s fine. I just…” Shayne ran a hand over his stomach, shaking his head. “It... might have been the cherry coke.”

Charlie raised his eyebrows.

“Every time someone speaks to me, I can’t help drinking more, and people have been talking… a lot,” Shayne admitted, looking like he was working hard to suppress a shiver.

“I'm sorry, lovely. Are you sure you're okay?” Charlie asked again. He gave another glance towards the sitting room door.

Rubbing at his stomach again, Shayne shut his eyes and nodded. "I'm fine."

“Well… want to stay out here with us for a bit? Give away sweets?” Charlie broke into a smile as Shayne eyed the glass bowl that was just about half-empty by now. Whether he looked apprehensive because food was involved, or because he was still being required to be sociable, Charlie wasn’t sure. “You can glare at the trick-or-treaters all you like. Give them your scariest one.”

“Really?” Shayne glanced at Belle, and back up at Charlie. "Scariest?"

“Yep.”

“Can I teach Belle how to glare, too?"

Charlie barely held back a scoff as he turned his head to observe his niece's bright green eyes. She was gazing back at him, head tilted back as though to get a wider view, as though she couldn't get enough of the sight of him just as much as he couldn't get enough of her.

"She smiles way too much,” Shayne observed.

“Only you could think a baby smiles too much.”

They both started slightly when there was a knock on the front door, followed by a chorus of high-pitched voices calling, “Trick or treat!”

With some apparent effort, Shayne peeled himself away from the wall and moved a hand towards the door handle.

“Ready, Belle?” he whispered.

Charlie grinned, hugging his pumpkin niece a little closer.

[anneimaginesundertale]

Trick or treat (this time your skelly of choice, who wants to give baby Randy the candy more XD)

Naturally, since you gave me the choice, I consulted the official Wheel of Boys to figure out who gets to open the door this time.

You have to hold Randy back from ringing the doorbell, because it really has become his favorite new toy. "Just one push," you tell him, "and then we wait for Uncle, okay?"

"Kay," Randy says, but you have to distract him with a toy after the first "ding dong" has him in a fit of giggles.

You hear a scuffle behind the door and then Anne's teacher voice. "We're using the wheel! You'll all get a turn, but if you can't wait patiently like adults, I will personally make sure you don't get a turn. There are loads of pumpkin guts on the back porch for people to clean up if you can't behave!"

The door then opens and you find Lucky standing there, looking a little disheveled but very pleased with himself. "Happy Halloween, young Randy!" he says. "Happy Halloween, Ray!"

Randy drops his toy and reaches his arms out for his uncle. "Ucky!" he cries. "Twicktweett! Singasong?"

Lucky laughs and grabs the tot, lifting him way up high. "This is Halloween, this is Halloween!" he sings and Randy laughs even more. Lucky twirls around with him. "You pick anything you want out of the bucket," he says and bends low.

You watch your child grab a fistful of candy from the bucket and listen to him squeal-scream as his uncle lifts him high up in the air again. "Good job, buddy!" you say. "Put it all in our bucket now!"

Randy flings the candy at the bucket as you hold it up. He manages to get three pieces in. The rest flies off the porch into the grass.

"Oh dear," Lucky says. "I'll go clean that up. Happy Halloween again."

[ftl-faster-than-life]

Trick or treat! + Eobard and Iris

Have some oddly bittersweet EoIris. Identity shenanigans ahead, SFW, Barry's mentioned but he's been dead for years.

He watched her rise and start to get dressed from under the fringe of his lashes, eyes narrow slits of blue. She was graceful, unself-conscious. Beautiful, as the sunlight that filtered through the curtains highlit the curve of her back as she bent to pull up a stocking. "I know you're awake." She remarked, without looking up. He sat up, summoned a sheepish smile that fit his features.

"I--"

She looked up then, catching him with a sharp look in green eyes. "And I know you're not him, either." She told him, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. All of the air in his lungs turned to a leaden weight. Before he could marshall his thoughts and take action--what should he do? Run? Kill her? He didn't want to kill her--she smiled at him. "I knew the moment you kissed me." There was something in her voice--something wistful, bittersweet. It confused him, and he finished sitting up slowly, slinging his feet over the side of the bed.

"..why did you let me--" He stopped. Why had she taken him to bed, knowing all along that he wasn't her dead husband adrift in time? If she'd known since he first kissed her--the entire time! The smile she gave him was enigmatic, something there that he couldn't identify, and he gripped and released the covers underneath him fretfully.

"Why didn't you leave?" She countered. He licked his lips, thrown by the question. She didn't seem to need a verbal response, though, and just nodded.

"You loved him, too." She spoke the words like a statement rather than a question. Strange to hear her say it--he never had. He nodded. Her smile grew--crooked, but there was something fond in it.

"So...what now?" He wondered. He didn't know what he hoped for, let alone what to expect. She sighed.

"You can't stay." She stated, firmly. He felt a pang, but nodded. "Wally would know, for one thing. You look like him--" She reached out, touching the short-cropped blond hair that crowned his head. She ran her hand gently to cup the side of his face, and he found himself closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. He let the moment last, drawing it out with his powers, and even then it felt too soon when she said, regretfully, "--but you're not him. And you should leave." His heart clenched, and for a moment anger fluttered in his chest. Resentment. It died just as quickly, though, as she leaned in and pressed her lips gently to his.

"Goodbye, Eobard." Iris murmured as she turned around. She didn't need the rush of air to know she was alone again.

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

Hiii

Lemon Futon + "THAT'S your plan? Really?"

YAYY

To pretend like he was above stupid Halloween tricks would be a lie, but this... "THAT'S your plan? Really?" Katai wrinkled his nose, staring up at the shrine, before glancing at Kajii. Felt like it was pushing some limit. (Who even holds parties at places like this, anyway?) Kajii grinned at him excitedly, clapping his hands. "Did you expect anything else?" Katai huffed, nestling further into the layers of his costume, internally appreciative Kajii had designed it so he could even do that. Kajii shoved a bell into his hand, pulling Katai's mask down even as he yelped. "Kajii-!!" "You need those!" "I-I'm already wearing the gloves-" Katai protested, blinking- he could hardly see with this thing on. "Yes, but it all must be accurate!! If we are to see yokai, then they must believe we're simply another one of them!" Katai's face went pale. "Wait, Kajii, what kind of party are we crashing-"

btw this is what katai is dressed up as

[readwritealldayallnight]

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend, watching as the all too smug smirk on his face stretches further.

“Simon, don’t-”

“I’m on such a sweet roll though, lovie.”

“No.”

“I’m gettin’ in the Halloween mood! Thought it’d make you laugh-y taffy.”

“Terrible.”

“Just like candy wrappers are tear-able.”

“No.”

“No need to be such a sour head.”

“Simon I’m so serious-”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’.” Simon relinquishes, reaching a hand towards the candy bowl in your lap, meant to be for the trick or treaters, but has been acting more as his inspiration for as many awful puns as he can think up.

“Twix or treat?”

You groan at the awful joke, only partly hating them, secretly loving Simon’s dad jokes.

“Your jokes are going to give me a cavity.” you reply.

“How’s about tit or treat?”

“Inappropriate. Not even Halloween related.”

“Sure it is. The treat’d be to see your boo-bies.”

[museaway]

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[buckyalpine]

“Yeah, he’s just sort of laying on the curb in fetal position…” Sam glanced over his shoulder to see if Bucky was still curled up on the road, the vacant look on his face still going strong.

“Alright, I’ll be there” you hung up the phone and grabbed your keys, not bothering to change out of your raccoon pjs after the very strange phone call you’d just gotten. They weren’t far; the Halloween Haunt Sam and dragged Bucky to was at a family farm a short drive away. You’d planned on joining them later than evening but-

You parked and scanned the area, jogging over when you spotted a giant bunny with his magician on the ground.

“Baby? What’s wrong with him” your face scrunched up as you tried to suppress a laugh while your boyfriend mumbled something, staring off into the distance. His cape, hat and wand had been discarded to the side leaving him in shorts, a vest and for some reason his shoes. His pants were nowhere to be found.

“Someone got greedy and ate too many candy apples” Sam cackled, his giant floppy ears flapping with the movement. “Apparently sugar crashes are a super soldiers kryptonite”

“Oh, Bucky” you cooed, taking a seat beside him, your fingers carding through his hair. His lips were stained cherry red from the candy, pupils blown wide. “How you feeling bubba”

“I see dead people” he whispered, to which you sighed, nodding with him.

“I’ll keep you safe” you giggled at the content hum he made, scooting over to lay his head on your lap instead. “How are we getting him home- oh. That’ll work” You looked up to find Sam with a giant wheelbarrow, his white fluffy sleeves rolled up, currently stretching his arms.

“Gotta limber up, this motherfucker is heavier than he looks”

You snorted watching Sam brace himself before hauling up a half limp Bucky and dropping him into the bucket of the barrow. He squeaked at the sudden movement, gripping the sides of dear life while his legs hung off the edge.

“IM BEING TAKEN BY A STEROID RABBIT”

“That’s just Sam, baby”

“STEROID RABBIT NAMED SAM”

“No, it’s just us Bucky”

“WHO IS BUCKY”

“Fuck”

“THEYRE GONNA EAT ME”

“I bet he tastes like socks”

“Sam”

“FATHER HELP”

[lqveharrington]

Golden Snitch | R.L.

summary: you convince remus to dress up together and everyone LOVES the costumes

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: underage drinking, cursing, kissing, Sirius and reader behaving like siblings, overall fluff

a/n: poll is releasing tmr to vote for this or the draco one!

Although Remus wasn’t big on dressing up for Halloween, you absolutely adored it. Since your childhood, you always looked forward to the holiday and the tacky outfits from the spirit store down the street. Since Remus’ childhood, the holiday only reminded him that everyone found werewolves terrifying as death itself.

But you made sure to change all his horrid memories to good ones the second you met.

Over the years, you slowly coaxed Remus into dressing up and having fun on Halloween, especially when his best friends threw the Gryffindor party every year. When you began dating, the costumes you made him wear became couple costumes. Some of your favorites being Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast, and The Great Gatsby.

This year — your final year at Hogwarts — you wanted to wear something that would be talked about for years. You wanted something so spectacular that it would be remembered. Luckily, you had just the couples costume in mind.

“Remind me again, why do you need a quidditch uniform?” James threw a curious look to Remus who was currently reading Little Women, a book you made him read for entertainment purposes. “If you’re telling me you’re joining the quidditch team during your last year, I’ll go bloody mad.”

“I’m not.” Remus flicked the page and sipped on his tea beside him, glancing at James from the corner of his eye. “Just need to borrow one.”

Remus, James, and Sirius have gone through this dance about ten times. Each one ending in the talk of the latest play before James sobered up and asked about the uniform again. It was a never ending cycle of bickering.

Sirius threw a crumpled piece of plastic at Remus’ head as the painting opened up, earning a loud sigh from the boy himself. “Yeah, but why do you need to borrow one?”

“Don’t throw stuff at Remus, Black.” You huff and make your way over to the trio, flashing your loving boyfriend a smile as his hand made their way to your hip. “What did they do this time?”

“Why are you assuming we did something?”

“Yeah, we’re saints!” Sirius dropped down on the couch beside Remus, sending you an oh-so innocent smile.

You roll your eyes at him and flash him your favorite finger, “Says the devil himself.”

“Hey—!”

“They were asking why I needed a quidditch uniform.” Remus cut Sirius off before you two could argue for the nth time.

It was like you two were always fighting over him — which he had to admit — was funny to see unfold each time. Remus laced his other hand with yours and returned your attention back to him, thumb rubbing your pulse point.

“How’s your thing going?” He murmured when you sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, shifting his body to block Sirius from your sight.

You shrug, “Lily and I have been working on it. We’ll be done even before the holiday.”

“You two are so ominous, I don’t like it.” James shuddered, which earned a glare from you and an eye roll from Remus. “What? It’s obvious you two are planning something and not telling us.”

“Okay, well, I’m done with this conversation.” You sighed and pressed a quick kiss to Remus’ lips, looking like the love sick fool that you were. “I love you, and I’ll see you in a bit.”

You made quick steps up the girls’ dorm after Remus reciprocated the notion and left the three boys back to their dwelling.

“Why does she hate us and love you?” Sirius grumbled and popped a jelly bean into his mouth, grimacing at the flavor and spitting it out.

“Maybe because she’s dating him and not us?” James threw him an annoyed look.

Remus blocked out their bickering and went back to reading. He loved you and you loved him, and that’s all he needed to know. Besides, it was the boys who practically begged him to ask you out since first year. They knew he was smitten with you the second you both met on the train.

Eventually, James did lend Remus an unused quidditch uniform while you and Lily finished your costume for Halloween. The only thing left to do was perfect the actual look and win the couples contest.

“Hell, are you dressing up as one of our quidditch players for Halloween?” Sirius raised his brows in surprise as Remus shuffled out of the bathroom with said uniform on. “Which Gryffindor did you dress up as?”

“No one.” Remus replied in a bored manner and adjusted the leather gloves he had on. “I’m just a quidditch player.”

“Uh-huh. So you definitely didn’t dress as Prongs or I?”

“No.”

Sirius gave him an unimpressed look and shrugged on his vest for his Indiana Jones costume. “Whatever you say… Anyway, Prongs and the rest of them are already down there and I’m not waiting for you any longer if you’re going to gel your hair back.”

“Yeah, I’m going.” He grumbled and adjusted his uniform before following Sirius down the stairs and into the ongoing Halloween party.

The red lights flickered about as the music practically shook the entire room. Remus scanned the vicinity for you, struggling until Sirius almost dropped dead at the sight of you. It was the same reaction everyone had to seeing you dressed in… That.

“Holy fuck. Your girlfriend is wearing the shortest dress in existence.” Sirius gaped and earned a smack to the head from Remus.

Remus watched you dance and jump with Lily, eyes shining bright with joy when they met his. You beamed so bright and almost elbowed everyone in your way to make it to him. He caught you in his arms as you kissed him senseless, hands coming to rest on his cheeks.

“Hey, dovey.” He finally spoke when you both parted for air, thumbing your jaw softly. “You look absolutely stunning in gold.”

“Of course, I do, Rem! I’m a Gryffindor!” You laugh and eyes his outfit like he was a three course meal. “It’s interesting seeing you dressed in quidditch robes for the first time.”

“Yeah?” He continued to thumb your jaw in a doting manner. “Well if I did play, I plan on you being the snitch every game. I wouldn’t play otherwise.”

You tilt your head and meet his eyes with so much love. Now that you and Remus were standing together, your costumes made so much sense. It wasn’t just a quidditch player and a golden fairy, it was a seeker and the golden snitch. Sirius looked between the both of you before gasping and clapping his hands in realization, those around you looking over as well.

“Aren’t you two the cutest pair!” He gushed and pinched Remus’ cheek at the revelation.

Smacking Sirius’ hand away, you rested your chin on Remus’s shoulder to prevent him from doing such thing again. Remus laughed at you two and rubbed your back.

“You know, Marlene is looking for you, Siri.” You practically shout over the loud music.

“Is she?” He perked up at the mention of the girl he had been talking to recently. “Well then… I will catch up with you two later.”

You waited a little longer before laughing loudly at your own doing. Was Marlene really looking for him? No, but Sirius was always there whenever you wanted to be alone with Remus. Before you could stop laughing, Remus swatted your ass playfully in response to the poor prank.

“Hey—!” You pout jokingly, laughing again when Remus shook his head at you with an upturned smile.

As the night carried on, the crowd grew bigger, the music louder, and the drinks more alcoholic. It got to the point where you and Remus were too drunk to be the responsible ones in the group. Oddly enough, you both drank more than anyone else in the group.

However, you both won the couples costume contest and — for some reason no one could explain the next day — you decided to give a speech to the mass of Gryffindors in the common room about winning the contest. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but it was your last year.

Clambering on top of the wooden tables, you stumbled over your own legs as Remus tried to stabilize you. Lily, who was the responsible one for the night, rubbed her forehead in exasperation. She didn’t want to necessarily stop you. You were a whiny drunk, and it would be impossible to stop you from something you wanted to do.

“Wait wait — hiccup — I would like to thank the committee,” You hold your red cup close to your chest, your cheeks almost as bright as the cup. “Lily Evans — hiccup — the quidditch team, and my ever so loving boyfriend — hiccup — for making this all possible!” You throw your arms in the air, earning cheers from the crowd.

“What committee?” Sirius looked at Lily with a confused look, pointing between him and James. “Us?”

She shrugged and watched you jump down from the table, snickering when Remus nearly had a heart attack from your way of getting down. She made sure you both were okay before returning to James’ side, pointing you both out to him.

“You’re gonna be the — hiccup — death of me.” Remus tucked his head in between your neck and shoulder, nudging his nose on your exposed skin. “Don’t do that.”

“M’sorry.” You giggle and stumble slightly at the weight being put on you. “You baby.”

He kissed your cheek, “No.”

“Yeah.”

“No.” He dragged you over to the dormitory stairs. “Hi.”

You giggle and trace the scars on his face, “Hey.”

“You’re cute.” He melted into your hands and pecked your palm. “Really really cute.”

“You wanna know a secret, Rem?” You murmur and hiccup when he tugged you impossibly closer. “I promise it’s really cool.”

“What is it?” He pressed kisses everywhere he could, putting more attention to your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips and fully kiss him, the taste of firewhisky strong. “So much.”

He smiled into the kiss and parted briefly, thumbing your lip. “You want to know my secret, dovey?”

“What?” You look up and meet the hazel eyes you’ve come to love.

“I love you more.”

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[starsofang]

“No.”

“Oh, c’mon, Johnny. Please? Halloween only comes once a year.”

Johnny eyed you suspiciously, taking in the request you’d laid out on him, which in retrospect, was something he wouldn’t normally deny—he was a kinky guy. But wearing a mask to fuck you, when you could just look at him the whole time instead? Nuh-uh.

“Is this one of yer book things?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

You frowned at him, darting your eyes away. “No.”

“It totally is.”

“Okay, yes, it is, but I think it’d be hot! You don’t?” you tried once more, pleading.

Johnny snorted, shaking his head. “What’s not to enjoy about my face?”

“Your face is wonderful, Johnny.”

“…But?”

“You in a mask is sexy.”

Johnny groaned, throwing his head back and blinking up at the ceiling.

Really, the idea was growing on him. A mask, yeah, he could do that for you—might even find it hotter than he thought—but the deep rooted thought of a familiar mask popped up in the midst of it, tainting his mind.

He rolled his head lazily to look at you, narrowing in on the pout on your lips. It was always hard for him to deny you, especially anything sex-related you wanted to try. Hell, he was practically like a dog being thrown a bone at the opportunity.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he murmured, a sadistic grin curling on his face.

It was your turn to stare suspiciously, slowly deflating from your previous excitement and dying down to a curious hesitation. “That’s never good,” you muttered.

“Mm. I think ye might like it,” he replied cheekily, taking a step closer to you. His arm slipped easily around your waist to rest on your back, tugging you into his warmth. “Ye remember Ghost, don’t ye?”

“Ghost?” you breathed, shivering when you felt his lips tickle your ear and drift down to your neck. He hummed against your skin.

He wasn’t serious, right?

He was incredibly serious, unfortunately.

“Happy Halloween, love.”

You could barely peel your eyes open to look at Ghost, only humming a noise of acknowledgment as he got up to leave, Johnny walking him out.

As for you, you were suffering the severe consequences of their bound agreement, body limp and sedated in the comfort of your blankets that Johnny gifted you to boost the ‘Halloween spirit.’

Johnny gave you what you asked for with little struggle, granting you the sweet taste of fucking with a mask on. Ghost was there for encouragement, pulling out his old, trusty mask and sliding it on just for you.

Fucking into you until you were a weeping, blabbering mess to a masked Johnny wasn’t what you pictured when you initially asked the Scot about your fantasy, but all hesitation was quickly snipped from your mind the moment you got a sample of both of them, their eyes peering down at you like you were prey from the narrow slits of the holes cut out for their vision leaving you begging for more.

“Maybe for Christmas, we could be Santa and ye could be our li’l elf,” Johnny teased when he returned, sliding into bed. “‘Tis the gift of givin’ soon, aye?”

He only snickered loudly when that earned a sharp kick from you, hunkering down into bed on Hallow’s night, murmuring about how he wasn’t kiddin’. They definitely could, if ye want.

[only-lonely-stars]

Halloween Drabble 7 (Costume Fight)

[1 - Carving Pumpkins] // [2 - Trick-or-Treating] // [3 - Vampirism] // [4 - Scary Movie Marathon] // [5 - Halloween Party] // [6 - Sugar High] // [8 - Cobwebs] – (FFN) (AO3)

Summary:

A collection of drabbles, all to do with Halloween!

Prompt:

Lloyd and Kai costume contest. (Happy097 on Youtube/Discord) Note: I misread the prompt when I wrote it! Have Jay and Kai arguing instead.

Back and forth the verbal volleys flew, one after the other, back to back.

"I'm telling you, vampires are superior! Why else would Skylor match with me?" Kai asked accusingly, hands on hips.

"Because you made her?" Jay retorted, hand on his chest proudly. "At least mine looks good standing alone."

"As if. You look like an eight grade drop-out."

"Well you look like a washed-up theater teacher."

"You barely even had to change your hair, it's so messy and stuck-up!"

"Soooo like your ego? Perfect!"

From across the room, Nya groaned heavily. "Can it, you two. I'm sick of hearing your dumb insults."

"Come on, babe!" Jay whined. "Back me up here!"

"Hey, she's my sister," Kai prodded. "She sides with me."

"I don't side with anyone!" Nya yelled. "Both of your costumes look fine. I don't care."

"Fine as in okay, or fine as in fine?" Kai asked.

"The former, you moron!"

Kai and Jay shared a disappointed look, only to glare at each other again.

"Whatever. I still look good," Jay commented.

"You look like Einstein got fused with Doc from Back to the Future."

"Perfect!" Jay twirled, letting his scientist's coat flare out. "Doc Frankenstein is lookin' good."

Kai rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm sticking with my vampire."

Nya stifled a snicker. "Gonna sparkle and make all your fangirls swoon?"

"Yes!" He grinned, but then faltered. "Wait. No. No I'm not." Nya and Jay began snickering loudly. "Hey! You set me up!"

"Worth it!" She high-fived Jay.

Kai pouted. "...Does my costume look good, though?"

She smiled indulgently. "Yes, Kai. You look great. Jay, too."

The two perked up. "Really?"

"Yes, really." She grinned. "Almost as good as my siren costume…"

[bridgyrose]

Penny is positive the Atlas dorms are haunted after hearing moaning through the ducts.

(Lets twist this just slightly)

Penny paused as she heard a soft moan from the vent on the bottom of her wall, her body reacting with an almost human-like shiver as goosebumps ran across her synthetic skin. The lights flickered in the dorm room as she looked around. 

“Everything okay?” Ruby asked as she put in another movie. “These movies arent getting to you, are they?” 

“No, they are not,” Penny said as her eyes caught the vent the soft moan came from. “I heard something and was not sure where it was coming from.” 

Nora smirked as she sat down next to Penny, putting a bowl of popcorn down in front of her. “Maybe the movies are finally getting to you. I didnt hear anything.” 

“But I-” Penny went quiet as she heard another soft moan come from the vent, and then a *thud* from a book on her bookshelf landing on the floor. She slowly got up and picked the book up, hesitating as she looked between the shelf and the floor. “That is strange…” 

Ruby looked over to Penny. “You’re going to miss the movie!” 

Penny nodded and put the book back onto the shelf, the air around her grew cold. She could see her breath, or at least what she would consider a breath, as her sensors ran wild around her. The lights flickered for another brief moment and she jumped back as she saw a figure in the corner of the room that seemed to disappear as the lights stabilized again. 

“Penny, are you okay?” 

A shiver ran through Penny as she felt Ruby’s hand on her shoulder, her voice hitched as she tried to speak. “I-I saw… someone.” 

“There’s no one there.” Ruby sighed and pulled on Penny’s arm. “How about we stop with the movies for the night. As much as I love demons and spirits, I dont want you to have nightmares. If… do you dream?” 

“I do, and I did see someone.” Penny went with the pull on her arm, following Ruby back to her seat. “We can keep watching the movies. You like them and I like seeing you happy.” 

“Yeah, but if you’re seeing things-” 

“We can keep watching, Ruby,” Nora said as she started to munch on her popcorn. “We’ll spend the night once we’re finished and keep Penny company.” 

Ruby looked at Penny. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” 

Penny nodded and leaned against Ruby, relaxing as her sensors went back to normal. “I will be fine. I am sure it was just a pipe or something else.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

Penny watched the movie start, her hand gently moving over Ruby’s thigh as she leaned a little closer, relaxing against the woman she loved. Then, she heard the small moan from the pipe again, but this time, it seemed louder. She looked behind her as she watched the vent glow a bright red as steam started to pour out of it. “Ruby? I think we should leave.” 

“What do you-” Ruby froze as she saw the glowing vent. “Nora, we need to get out of here. Now.” 

“But we’re getting to the good part-” 

Penny grabbed Nora’s arm and rushed out of the room as steam started to fill in faster, the moaning growing louder and turning into a wail as it seemed to chase them. Steam filled the hallway from the other dorm rooms as they went deeper into Atlas Academy, a few of the vents glowing red as they passed by. Penny rounded a corner and opened up one of the doors to the classrooms and pulled her friends inside, locking the door tight. 

“What… was that?” Nora asked as she steadied herself. 

“I… I do not know,” Penny said as she went back over everything she recorded. “I could not get anything from it. No heat, no cold, just… nothing.” 

Ruby sat down and started to laugh nervously as she looked up towards the vent in the ceiling. “Alright Blake, Yang, you got us. No more scary movies, we learned our lesson.” 

A loud thump came from the door as a heavy knock hit it. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Steam started to pour into the room from under the door and the hallway glowed a bright red. Then silence… and the glow faded away. 

A minute passed before the steam seemed to pull itself back before an ear piercing wail picked up right from outside the door. Ruby quickly pulled the vent cover from off the ceiling, grabbing hold of Nora and Penny, rushing with her semblance through the vent. Talon-like spikes pierced through the ceiling and into the vent as it followed them. Ruby finally burst through the vent of the dorm she was staying in, panting as she lost her grip on Nora and Penny as her semblance faded. 

“Are you guys alright?” Yang asked from her bed as she looked up from her game. She paused for a moment when she saw the vent open, slowly lowering her scroll. “And… do I want to know why you guys came out of the vent?” 

“We need to get out of here!” Penny said as she opened up the dorm door, pausing when she no longer heard the wailing or saw any steam in the hallway. Her sensors ran wild as they tried to pick anything up, not seeing anyone in the halls or picking up any heat from the vents. 

Yang sighed and put her scroll away. “Alright, I get it, your scary movie night got a bit more exciting than you planned. Whatever it was that you saw, it wasnt real.” 

“But didnt you hear the wailing?” Nora asked. “It was just down the hall.” 

“Its been quiet all night,” Yang answered. “Well, except for you three yelling. I’m sure you woke the whole campus.” 

“What about the steam?” Ruby asked. “Or the glowing in the vents?” 

“Just your imagination.” Yang looked at her scroll as it dinged, opening up a picture of the cafe Blake and Weiss were at. “And… it looks like I’m late for my coffee date with the rest of our team. Guess their movie ended a bit sooner than expected.” 

“But what about the ghost?” Penny slowly closed the dorm door. “You should not go out there alone.” 

“I’ll take my chances.” Yang quickly picked up her jacket and threw it on, making her way out of the dorm. “But if it makes you feel better, my scroll is staying on and you can call me at any sign of trouble. Just… no more scary movies tonight.” 

Penny watched the door shut, the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she heard a soft moan from the vents once more. “Maybe… we can take our own trip out into Atlas.” 

Nora nodded and got up. “Y-yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” 

“I heard there’s a really great bakery not too far from here,” Ruby chimed up as she grabbed her cloak and put it on. “I’m sure they’re still open this late for dessert.” 

Penny opened the door for her friends, her eyes staying glued to the vent as she watched it start to glow once more. She quickly closed the door and rushed to Ruby’s and Nora’s sides, not noticing the steam that was starting to trail behind her once more. 

[angstyaches]

if you’re still taking requests for the halloween drabbles, may i put forth 🎇 for felix? i love that bean and i can just see so much whumpy potential for vamps getting too much sensory input on a night like halloween with kids running around the neighborhood and fireworks going off every other minute

Sick or Treat Game

CW: sensory overload, body horror/transformation mention, emeto, slightly awkward caretaking (a.k.a. Elliott's trying, bless him)

EARLY DAYS FELIX

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Felix flinched as fireworks went off.

And off.

And off again. In an unrelenting string.

His fingers were aching from tightening the grip he had on his own shins. He swore he could feel his joints grinding beneath the skin, and yet couldn’t force himself to let up. His teeth were jammed together, otherwise they’d have rattled themselves loose by now.

The roar of blood in his veins almost masked the sound of a creature approaching from the dark, but Felix’s survival instincts kicked in at the last second. He uncurled his arms, slapping randomly at the air in the hopes of protecting himself. He sat forward, eyes squeezed shut, fangs exposed –

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Elliott.

"Felix, it’s just me.”

Felix opened his eyes a crack and hissed as he sank back against the wall, hugging his knees to his chin.

“S-sorry,” he tried to say, but the word could have drowned in his throat for all he heard them over the clamouring, whistling, snapping nightmare of sound.

Every burst made him jump, like he was a popcorn kernel in a microwave and he needed to be popped, popped, popped, over and over and over again, until his insides were fried.

Elliott hadn’t touched the light switch as he came into the bedroom, but his amber eyes practically glowed in the gloom. He edged across the bedroom with his hands in full view and only the balls of his feet touching the floor, as though Felix were some spooked animal.

With a sinking sensation of horror in his gut, and the hollow sensation of feeling outside of one’s own body, Felix realised that he practically was a spooked animal. If he’d had fur, it would have been shifting into spikes along his spine, and if he’d had claws, they’d have been scraping at the bones of his shins by now.

A shattering crackle sent a jolt down his spine, and his tailbone collided with the floor as he involuntarily jumped. The terror lodged itself in the pit of his belly, settling into a throb.

“Whoa – hey,” Elliott whispered, slipping into a crouched position on the floor. “It’s okay. It’s okay, boo, you’re safe.”

Shivering through the next few clatters, Felix nodded, even if he didn’t believe it.

“You should see Ryan with the kids down there,” Elliott half-smiled. He brushed his palms against his own thighs. “It’s… kind of like watching a bird trying to communicate with a spider.”

Felix gulped. Opening up the townhouse gate to trick-or-treaters had been his idea – well, less of an idea and more something he’d hounded Ryan and Nancy about for months. He’d been so excited, and then…

And then the fireworks had started all across town.

He had no recollection of bolting upstairs. One moment, he’d been handing out fistfuls of sweets and theatrically flashing his fangs, much to the delight of the children, and the next, he’d been huddled between his bed and his dresser, shivering like a kicked puppy as tears dried on his cheeks and his breath rasped in his throat.

He didn’t even have it in him to feel guilty for abandoning his post. All he could feel was the irrational certainty that all of the clamouring was going to make his head explode and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Wh-why?” Felix tasted his own blood and it turned his stomach; his chattering teeth must have bitten into his tongue at some point. He eyed Elliott with a pained squint; clearly, he wasn’t experiencing the festive explosions as though they were being let off directly into his ear canals.

He cried out as a particularly loud boom reverberated through the floorboards and the walls and every single cell in Felix’s body. Gosh, even the sound of his own scream was just too much. Covering his ears did nothing; he’d already known this, yet that didn’t stop the instinctive urge to slap both palms against the sides of his head.

“Why?" he gasped again, "wh-wh-why is it this… bad?”

Elliott pinned his gaze to the floor, looking a lot like a man trying to decide how to deliver some bad news.

“It… gets easier,” he whispered.

Felix shook his head, hugging his legs violently to his chest again. That was far from what he’d wanted to hear. No promises, no solution, no end in sight.

“Only advice I have is to just… pick one thing to focus on, if you can.”

Asking Felix to make a decision while his brain was stuck fighting for his life was as useless as asking a crow for fashion advice.

His breaths were barely making it in and out. Nausea pulsed in his stomach, in perfect time with the pounding in his head and chest. Cold waves prickled his skin. It was a disturbingly familiar set of sensations, one he associated recently with a bite of food with just an iota too much salt; with a perfume being worn by someone in the next room over; with the flash of a headlight on the highway that felt as though it had burned a hole in his retinas.

Except none of those things had sent him into a panicked spiral like this.

“Darling… I f-feel sick,” Felix admitted helplessly. He didn’t have it in him to unfurl and let his body do what it needed to do. He needed to be curled up in the smallest, tightest ball possible, so that when the next string of pyrotechnics went off, he wouldn’t jump so hard that he’d crack his head on the bedframe. Or projectile vomit across the floor. Or slice the insides of his cheek with his fangs.

Crack, jump. Sizzle, jump. Boom-boom-BOOM, and there went his teeth into the inside of his cheek.

Mouth wide in a grimace, Felix let out a silent wail, because anything louder than a silent wail would have been too much to handle. His hands found their way over his ears again, and although Felix knew it wouldn’t make any difference to the noise level, he was hit with despair once again. There was no escape. No escape from it, no –

He gasped as he was bundled against something warm and solid and good.

“One thing,” Elliott’s voice whispered nearby, dulled by a much closer, much more urgent sound. “Focus.”

___

Felix opened his eyes and realised he’d lost time again. This time, he reckoned it was a mercy, because he was no longer flinching every couple of seconds. The city had calmed itself in time for returning trick-or-treaters to make their bedtimes. The street outside was quiet, save for a lingering cricket and the fluttering of some trash that had gotten stuck on a gate post. The room was quiet, save for the thumping next to Felix’s ear. The sound was soft yet steady, and slightly wet when he picked it apart in his mind.

He hugged Elliott as hard as he could with arms that felt like jelly now that the adrenaline was all gone.

“Hey, boo,” Elliott whispered, kissing the top of Felix’s head. “Feeling better?”

Felix managed a single shake of his head before he found himself clambering away, putting as much space between his mouth and Elliott's torso as he could before the grumbling in his belly could reach the back of his throat.

"Oh. Felix," Elliott whispered, planting a hand over the ridges of Felix's spine. The younger vampire sagged and heaved weakly, barely needing to retch, over the side of the bed, his stomach finally able to empty itself now that his body wasn't rigid and convulsing with primal fear.