Kiss of Fate: Romania and Reader:
You crept down the hall, listening for the crinkling of wrappers and the sound of candy being hungrily devoured. Your husband Vladimir had snuck off with the bag of Halloween candy and trick-or-treating would start soon.
“Vladimir?” you asked.
Then you heard the crumple of paper, quick shuffle of weight, and a foot accidently hitting against the door. It had come from the hall closet.
You leaned against the closet door. You couldn’t hear anything, but a gut feeling made you reach for the door knob.
The door swung open and on the floor surrounded by candy wrappers and making candy corn vampire teeth was Vladimir, with chocolate all over his knit red sweater. His red eyes avoided your gaze and he removed the candy fangs.
You sat down beside him and picked up the nearly empty bag of chocolate. You un-wrapped a piece for yourself and plopped it in your mouth. “I was going to buy you your own candy,” you mumbled while smoothing the melting chocolate around.
With his shaggy strawberry blonde hair Vladimir easily played the puppy dog look, his lip stuck out in a pout and he made his eyes wide. “I’m sorry.”
You lightly swatted his stomach, “No you aren’t,” you teased.
He finally swallowed and gathered the piles of candy and wrappers, he kissed your cheek, “I regret nothing.”
He quickly scurried out of the closet and rushed down to the kitchen, with you close behind. His fuzzy socks slid on the tiled floor and he slipped past the kitchen counter, dumping the candy and wrappers on it.
You also slipped and started to fall backwards, but Vladimir was able to skate over and catch you before you hit the floor. Now you could easily see the candy carnage; hundreds of empty candy wrappers littered the counter. You looked up at Vladimir, and now in better light you could see chocolate surrounding his mouth.
“You know I’m rethinking getting you your own candy.”
Vladimir nearly dropped you, “No!” he cried, hoisting you up.
“Fine,” you said, releasing yourself from his grasp. You swept the candy wrappers into the trash can and poured the remaining candy in the bowl, it was a small amount and you hoped you had enough.
You decided you would go buy more candy and trust your husband alone with the remaining candy. You quickly gave him the trick-or-treat rules, three pieces for each kid, and don’t give extra to kids dressed as vampires (Dracula being his favorite book).
Luckily the store was still open and they still had good candy, you were even able to get your husband some candy.
You drove slowly in the neighborhood, admiring all of the adorable costumes and being careful not to hit anyone. It was a miracle that you arrived home before night fall.
When you pushed the door open, your husband called out urgently, “We’re down to our last pieces and a bunch of little kids are coming up the drive!”
You quickly tore open a bag of candy and rushed down the hall, pouring it in the awaiting bowl. The doorbell rang and you swung it open.
Your heart melted at the sight of a little girl dressed as Thor and a little boy dressed as Pikachu, their parents waiting at the side walk with a baby dressed as a monkey cradled in the mothers’ arms.
You handed out the candy, wanting to get a better look at their adorable costumes, another pang to your heart when they chirped out a thank you and happily skipped back to their parents with their new found treasure.
The door creaked closed, and you realized you and Vladimir were holding hands. You didn’t know why, but you blushed and let go. You still had a grocery bag dangling on your arm. You removed the contents and Vladimir’s’ eyes lit up.
It was Candy Corn Kisses, his favorite candy that only came out around Halloween. He grabbed the bag and tried to tear it open, resorting to using his teeth when it wouldn’t. You got some scissors and cut it open.
Then you both buried your hands in the bag, grasping for the metallic wrapped candy. You each un-wrapped a piece and plopped them in your mouths. An awkward silence fell over the two of you while the chocolate slowly melted.
“(Name)?” Vladimir began, “Do you…do you want kids?”
You didn’t even need to think about it, you nodded and looked up at Vladimir picturing his strawberry blonde hair on a little boy or girl. “Yes,” you said breathlessly.
Before your moment could continue the doorbell rang and you spun around. You handed out the candy to a group of middle school kids. You looked at Vladimir, “Do you want kids?”
“Of course!” he cried. He wrapped his arms around you and you faked swooning when he gently poked at your neck with his front teeth. “But do you think a vampire can have kids?” he joked. (He wasn’t actually a vampire.)
“He can sure try,” you giggled, plucking another piece of candy from the bag. Vladimir faked agitation and you faked fear. You plopped the candy in your mouth and ran upstairs.