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AN: I started these shortfics in early October, thinking it'd be easy to finish 'em off before Halloween. It's now November 6th. Shows what I know!
Trick (Kurt/Juna)
"See? I told you that you coming along would mean more candy," Juna said with no small amount of satisfaction, watching on as an excited Ken and Nana pored through their combined bounty. "Goddess, look at that haul! It's insane, I never used to get even close to that much..."
"Well, it's not as if you did poorly yourself," Kurt replied dryly, gesturing toward her own bag. "Granted, some might say that chaperones aren't meant to actively participate, but - "
"But nothing, everyone knows that babysitting tonight comes with fringe benefits! Besides," she added, fixing him with a sly look, "it's fun to dress up once in a while, isn't it?"
Kurt heaved a sigh, his palms flattening the long skirt as best they could. He'd forgotten how tetchy the St. Astraia uniform could be sometimes.
"So I've been told. I'll withhold giving my opinion if it's all the same to you."
"Oh, don't be like that. You're super pretty, y'know. Isn't he?" she called out, grinning in victory as her siblings briefly looked up and cheered "right!" in stereo before going right back to sorting.
He sighed and watched as Juna proudly adjusted her (well, hers for the evening, anyway) waistcoat and cravat, tonfa hanging loosely from her holsters; she'd ultimately opted against wearing the dual blades for the evening, having been far too attached to her weapons of choice to set them aside. He couldn't really blame her.
"... I'll take the compliment in the spirit it was given."
"Atta boy. Now, candy time! You like dark chocolate, right?"
"Very much so. Would you be willing to trade for some peanut butter cups?"
Her eyes lit up. "Toss 'em here."
Treat (Machias/Emma, Celine)
"Be careful!" Emma called out, cheerfully waving as yet another group of happy kids ran off into the Heimdallr night, ready and eager to resume their quest for more candy. Celine, meanwhile, cast a wary eye at the rapidly emptying basket by their feet.
"You're sure you bought enough, right?"
"There are a couple of more boxes in the kitchen," Machias answered, quickly looking to make sure no one was coming to the door. "I remember that Dad always made sure to have extra on hand just in case."
"A wise move," Emma added, pushing up the brim of her oversized witch's hat with a smile. He'd pointed out that her traditional Hexen clothing would have technically been more authentic but she'd been utterly determined to fully embrace the occasion, questionably accurate costume and all. "Did you ever stay and help your father hand out candy or were you too busy with the other kids?"
"I actually preferred to help Dad if I could. Going out with Patiry, Kargo and the others got to be taxing before long."
"Thirteen going on thirty even back then, huh? Did you get into the spirit of the season even once?" Celine asked, her tail idly swishing through the air.
"I can't say that I did. First time for everything, I suppose," Machias said dryly, looking at his reflection in the window and observing Emma's handiwork; the painted whiskers and smile on his face weren't overly conspicuous on their own, but combined with the handmade (and exceptionally fluffy) set of ears he was wearing... well, no one could say that he wasn't making up for lost time.
Celine snickered. "Better late than never, grumpy. Nice brushwork around the nose, Emma."
"Hehe. I certainly thought so."