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anyway... for your latest post, what about rodansey + Halloween!!!! Maybe they watch a horror movie together or maybe they end up in a weird Halloween dream of Ronan's or maybe they just go to a Halloween party (Kavinsky's Halloween party??) anyway, Halloween + rodansey!! Or Ronsey!!! Your choice
[Oh my gooooood I've done that. Thank you for the prompt!]
Ronan got door duty. He loudly proclaimed that "dealing with the little freaks outside was better than dealing with the bigger freaks inside." No one mentioned they knew he really wanted to hand out candy (and eat half of it himself.) In his defense, 300 Fox Way at Halloween had an even crazier energy than usual, and they all felt it. So they let him get away with it, and the only effort he made at putting on a costume was to dress exactly as he always did, but with a pair of fangs. He loved flashing his big, softly menacing grin at the trick-or-treaters while he dumped handfuls of chocolate into their bags.
Adam "helped" by sitting on the stairs by the door in a single repurposed sheet, refilling Ronan's bowl and admiring just how much he enjoyed the idea of his boyfriend as a vampire. And in the kitchen, Gansey had been voluntold he was helping to make batches of hot cider and pumpkin bread with Blue, Maura, and Jimi. He really didn't mind at all, and was quick to run samples and cups out to Adam and Ronan whenever he could.
It wasn't their usual way of spending time together. Most often, they would curl up at the Barns and have quieter moments with a movie in the background or playing cards or going for long night drives in the backroads through Singer's Falls and Henrietta. But trick-or-treaters couldn't find the Barns, and though Ronan hadn't said it out loud, he'd wished they could. So they'd taken him to 300 Fox Way, where all the ladies had gladly shuffled them in for all sorts of Halloween activities. They each had a jack-o-lantern to take back that they'd carved at the kitchen table with the younger kids of the house weaving about their ankles. And they ate good food while tossing candy into the bags of eager visitors.
When it was all over, they drove home with the windows down, laughed about all the costumes and craziness, and shared cider on the porch swing with slices of pumpkin bread in their laps. Halloween, for them, didn't end until the sun was coming up, and they greeted the morning with lazy kisses before dragging themselves to bed in a tangled heap.
