#next time i’m drawing them in costume 👍

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if i’m not drawing domestic timkon who am i…..

based on this piece by ernest chiriacka

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Unnamed Halloween Fic

Ship: Svente Kramer x Mark Hoffman [Butcher's Market AU], Svente Kramer & Amanda Young (platonic)

Word Count: 706

Summary: I couldn't find the energy to draw Svente & Mark in the Halloween costumes mentioned in this fic, but I managed to attempt to write my thoughts regarding the situation between 12:30 and 1:10am. 👍 It's more of my "Fucked Up Gays" AU! Svente hasn't celebrated Halloween since John died, but a comment from Amanda spurs him into roping Mark into celebrating the holiday with him. CWs for questionable relationships, implied sex, smoking mentions, implied priest kink, brief food mention.

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Svente had sent Mark to check in with Amanda’s progress in gleaning information about their next target, despite knowing Lawrence would’ve had an easier time with her. Mark was sure it was only because he had been the last person they talked to. The one they talked to the most, nowadays.

They met in a secluded but still public area, not far from a café. The conversation was formal until Amanda dropped, “So, are you going to dress up with Svente?”

Mark blinked. “Excuse me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Halloween’s next week, hasn’t he said anything to you?”

He scowled. “What makes you think I would dress up for Halloween? With him, no less?”

She silently handed him a manila folder. “There’s still a little more I think we should know, but I’ve got her routine and her habits down, suggestions for the trap…” The autumn wind pulled loose strands of dark hair into her eyes and she absently brushed them behind her ear. “John used to dress up with him. You know that. It’d make him happy.”

Mark was torn between how to respond. I’m not him and What do I have to do with Svente’s happiness? flashed in his mind. “Don’t come to Svente until you know all the facts,” was what he settled on before turning and walking off without another word. He went home, prepared to ignore the situation altogether, when his phone began to ring. By foresight, he knew who was calling. Dutifully, he answered.

“Home already?” Svente asked tiredly.

“It was a quick exchange. I told Amanda to get back to work,” he held the phone to his chest to exhale without comment, then put it back to his ear and opened the folder, flicking through Amanda’s notes, sketches, and photos.

“Are her notes not sufficient?”

“She told me herself that she needed more information. I took what she gave me.”

“Hold, she’s on the other line.”

Mark set down the phone and browsed the notes more thoroughly while he waited. Meanwhile, Amanda had called Svente to ask about his plans for Halloween.

“Are you going to dress up?” She asked, attempting a cheerful tone that turned bittersweet, “You and John were so sweet as doctor and nurse that one year…”

“I… hadn’t thought about it. Are you going to, Mandy?”

They could hear her blush through the phone, “Oh, yeah, but nothing with too much effort. Just your typical black cat. I’ll be handing out candy…”

A pause. “Why don’t you come to mine and do it? I’m sure I’ll need the company.”

“Oh! Sure!”

They finished their call and Svente went back to Mark. “Hoffman? Hoffman?”

He picked up. “What did she have to say?”

“Never mind that. Come over.”

Mark glanced at the clock. Often he visited under the cover of night, but it was barely afternoon. “Now?”

“As your mentor, it’s an order.”

“Don’t act so tough, Svente. I’ll be there.” Mark’s lip curled as he put them in their place.

~~~

It was only as they lay in bed after the fact that Svente brought up Halloween, though Mark didn’t realise it at first.

“You know, I’ve always had a thing for priests,” they admitted, observing their bedroom ceiling with glazed eyes. Mark looked over his shoulder, sitting on the edge of the bed and smoking a cigarette.

“Are you suggesting something?”

“Picture yourself in a clerical collar.”

Mark grimaced. “I don’t think that suits me…”

“Am I not devilish enough for you?”

He looked away. This was always the part of the cycle that made his stomach turn, the space between the middle and the end. He knew he’d look back on other things with desire later in the night. He felt Svente shift and knew they’d rolled onto their side to look at his back.

“Just one night,” he insisted. “Be the holyman to my sinner.”

“What night?” Mark asked after a decent pause.

“Halloween, of course. I haven’t celebrated since…”

He heard them suppress a nauseous sound and knew he wasn’t alone in his own twisted feelings.

~~~

It wasn’t long before Halloween came and he found himself a priest, with Svente in sparkly red devil’s garb beside him, offering him a chocolate-covered strawberry.