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For: @karatasbubble

By: @thequeensfakedog

Prompt: The twins in matching Halloween costumes

Hope you enjoy! ♡

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By: @o-a-crutchfeild

For: @totally-not-a-kuroshitsuji-fan

Prompt: Rachel Phantomhive in a cute Halloween costume

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Hello!

We had some people who did not turn in their gifts. Thus, some users have not received their gifts yet. Rest assured- the mods are VERY busy at work to get all of your requests in so every person participating has a gift. These circumstances were unforeseeable, and I hope everyone can understand!

Kuro-Ween has been my first ever event. While deadlines were delayed due to personal issues beyond my control, each participant persevered and created beautiful works of art and great fanfics. I'm truly proud of everyone who participated- both for your immense talent and for the courage you displayed in submitting your art/fic.

While I definitely made mistakes in the management of this event, I'm still happy Kuro-Ween was put together. I hope everyone had fun (and maybe made a friend or two).

-Mary (@thequeensfakedog)

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for @greenfiredragonfly

Prompt: Lizzie helping Sieglinde pick out a Halloween costume

I tried to make the style resemble Yana’s but I’m no Yana so it just ended up being some cross inbetween manga-ish and my messy style

Made by: @hannibalcatharsis-zero

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Title: Evergreen

Author: greenfiredragonfly

For: hannibalcatharsis-zero

Prompt: For a fanfic piece, Undertaker visiting Vincent’s grave and/or also remembering Claudia. After all, Halloween is also a day to remember and honor your loved ones. As the Kuro-ween does not allow for ship material, I suppose anything implied between Claudia and Undertaker is not allowed, but if the writer can work it out, it’d be nice.

Author’s Notes: Wow. So. I was actually shocked, when I read this prompt, at just how much my kind of fic this was….  In fact…It was almost too much so.  I am writing or have written some things that are just so similar to the themes of the prompt that it was actually a challenge to create something brand new while still sticking to what you requested.  In the end, though, once I got going this was quite fun to write.  Introspective stuff is kind of my jam, so I hope you don’t mind that it’s contemplative rather than plotty.  I also did my best to hint at Undertaker’s connection to Claudia, like you asked, without breaking the exchange rules.  Just—I really hope you like it!

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It is nearly evening as the Undertaker makes his way through the heavy February snow.  A fierce breeze rakes across the countryside, whistling through a copse of pines and leafless oaks and picking up his hair to toss it about his face.  Bowing against the cold, he lifts a hand to hold down the brim of his hat and shuffles forwards.

A short distance ahead is the low iron gate in the fence that circles the graveyard, and he makes his way towards it, his boots leaving deep impressions in the snow.  The gate opens with a stiff creak under his hand, and he pulls his robes tighter about himself as he walks amongst the tombstones. 

It is a small cemetery, beside an equally small chapel within the Phantomhive earldom. He makes his way easily towards the family plot which is his destination—not least because of how often he has visited, especially in recent months.  Finally, he comes to a stop.  He stares down at the line of stones—two graves filled, containing only blackened bones, and two which still lie empty—and lets the world settle into stillness around him.  He is alone here, on this chilly, unpleasant afternoon, and in the absence of his footsteps it is quiet.  The bluster of the wind has tapered off and the snow falls lighter as it coats his hat and shoulders.  There is the whisper of the breeze and the creaking of trees, and then nothing. 

The stones in front of him are still and cold, dark against the winter glow and white only in the grooves of letters and at the thick shelves of snow which have settled at their tops.  The Undertaker stoops and reaches out to brush the snow away with his sleeve, clearing the four graves. 

It has already been two months, he muses as he cleans the snow out of the crooks of letters.  Two months already, and the time has passed unbearably slowly, as all time seems to do these days.  He clears out a C-E-N-T, and moves on to P-H-A.  Vincent Phantomhive, born on the thirteenth of June, 1851, died on the fourteenth of December, 1885. Only thirty-four years old.  Survived by one son.  Just one.  The Undertaker sighs softly, and the sound is caught and muffled by the snow as if it had never been. 

Perhaps coming out here had been a mistake.  He has work to do; a project very near and dear to his heart.  But it has been exactly two months, and it feels wrong to leave them here alone, in the cold, on this day.  The Undertaker has never been one to let go easily.

Unconsciously, he raises his head, and his gaze shifts to the row of headstones behind the ones that he has cleared.  He knows their inscriptions by heart; he has been here oh so very many times over the years. 

His eyes settle on the space where the grave he knows best lies.  He can barely see it from here, but he knows its shape, the texture of the stone under his fingertips and the skin of his cheek.  He remembers how deep he’d dug the grave, and precisely the way he’d laid her carefully into the lacquered casket.  In his mind’s eye, the Undertaker can still see Claudia Phantomhive as she’d been when she was alive; and she’d been so very, viscerally alive in the same way that her son had been.  The Phantomhive blood burns bright, shows though in the quickness of their wit and the sharpness of their eyes.  They dance so closely to the edge, live so viciously and determinedly and foolishly.  Foolishly.  His eyes drop.  The letters on Vincent’s grave blur heavily in his vision.

But just who is he to talk of fools?  At the very least, when a Phantomhive makes a wretched choice, they go with eyes wide open.  And perhaps it is better to doom yourself with intent than without…but better still not to doom yourself at all.

The Undertaker shifts, straightening, and the snow crumbles off from his shoulders and his sleeves.  It falls to the ground in scattered clumps at his feet.  The snow is darker now, he notices, purpled with the falling dusk, and the cold presses heavy around him.  It has been a very cold, dark winter since the fire, and when he looks ahead he cannot see it becoming any brighter.

There are many things that trouble the Undertaker in that moment, as he stands alone in the cemetery amidst the falling snow.  The future looms, daunting, dim and endless; loss after loss will pile high enough to drown him.  The faces of the dead swim before his eyes.  All gone; all dead, but one.  And already the last Phantomhive stands with one foot in the grave.  The child is set up for a long and bitter suicide at the hands of a demon.

The Undertaker’s numb fingers ball in his trailing sleeves, and his nails catch in the damp wool and crusted snow.

Life…is immeasurably precious.  He knows this now.  Yet always and all around him are death and decay, and the Undertaker cannot take it—!

He blinks, then, and abruptly he realizes that the night has fallen all around him.  The darkness had crept up on him as he stood here staring at cold stone with the chill sinking into his bones.  He can no longer feel his feet, buried past the ankle, and the wind has long since tousled his long hair into a frosted, disordered mess.  Stiffly, he stirs, rubbing his hands together. 

The headstones have been obscured by the night, and the graveyard is still and dark.  He shouldn’t stay, he knows.  He has work to do.

But still.

He lingers, his eyes fixed sightlessly on letters etched into his memory.  Then, finally, he says:

“Goodbye, my dears.  I’ll be back soon.  I promise.”

His voice is rough, and his tongue heavy against cold-numbed lips.  His chin dips down into his high collar, and he turns to go, forcing himself into motion.

He leaves a winding line of footprints in the snow.  They will be covered up by morning.

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Hello everyone! This fic is for Halle, who’s mostly known as @finnyprotectionsquad! Yay! I was quite shocked at first to know that she was my partner because, like, I was just that random person who scroll through her posts and go like “Hmm. Yes, yes, this is the content that I’m searching for” lol. And this fact made me not only shocked, but extremely happy!!! (not to mention extremely nervouussshdhfusbd).

Yeah, it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic (all my works are in an indefinite hiatus) and I’ve been down with a fever these past few days sooooo don’t expect that this would be something really amazing. I doubt that this would satisfy you, though T-T But here I am, getting a hold on myself and tried (I tried) to write a fanfic for a friend! Yaaaaaaayyyy!!!

The prompt that I picked was Prompt #2: it’s r!Ciel and o!Ciel celebrating halloween with their family. (I chose this because this would be the only prompt that I can do within the limits of my powerrrssss)

Well, here ya go! Written by: @igottiredofmyoldusername

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Astre, Ciel, And Lizzy's Halloween Picnic

"CIEEEEL" a bouncing Elizabeth could be seen flinging the doors of the chaotic mansion open. Astre who was who had been descending the stairs smiled in acknowledgment. It was quite common at this point for the bouncing blonde to drop in to check and see how her favorite cousins and fiancee were doing. Once Astre had said his greetings, Ciel opened the door to his office. He chuckled and smiled at the beaming Lizzy. The two brothers had made a temporary alliance while they made an agreement, for the safety of others and themselves.

"Lizzy!" Ciel tripped, "you scared me, how are you!" Ciel spoke charmingly suddenly regaining his composure. "absolutely AMAZING do you know what day it is! Well I mean Astre did have a celebration last year, BUT it's Halloween and Ciel is no longer missing!" She had eagerly explained. By this point, the servants had made their way to the main entrance to greet the young lady. "Oh TANAKA you have to let Ciel and Astre out today, you do know what is today's date right?" She had glowed and hopped while urging him. "I don't believe I can create the event my brother had made Lizzy," Ciel chided in. Astre smiled at the thought of his previous feat. "Well, I doubt anyone could reach my skills of planning" He had cockily stated.

The three had decided to go into Astre's office to discuss the matter of Halloween and decided after a heated debate between an evening in the park and a day of fitting and purchasing of dresses, made by Nina of course. The two brothers had finally persuaded the spritely Lizzy that buying dresses could be for another day. The servants had prepared turkey sandwiches, fruit turnovers, beef, and wine packed tightly into a wicker basket with a blanket.

It had been a while since both of the boys and Lizzy had all gone to a picnic together, years in fact. Old wounds can reopen but a simple talk on an autumn day can fix it. The boys and Lizzy had conversed on topics ranging from origins of spooky stories to personal guilt and on that Halloween evening they all chatted until night had came upon them.

HAPPY KUROWEEN!!!   ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

@igottiredofmyoldusername

Written by: @finnyprotectionsquad

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Happy Halloween @rougueundertaker !

Prompt: A drawing of Snake dressed up as a skeleton, and even his snakes are dressed up as one too.

Made by: @jjaylienbean

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Made by: @sufferingblondesclub

For: @wife-of-queens-watchdog

Prompt: Corpse Bride au

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Made by: @totally-not-a-kuroshitsuji-fan

For: @o-a-crutchfeild

Prompt: Something with the Ciel twins and Lizzy as kids celebrating.

Author's note: Happy Halloween, Oliver! I hope that you enjoy my gift for you! It features R!Ciel scaring Lizzy with a spider and O!Ciel leaning in to check up on what's going on. I apologize if this isn't what you were thinking when writing out that choice lmao. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy your day and that you eat lots of sweets!

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An art of o!Ciel being a dork and losing to Sieglinde in chess for @someone-from-the-coffin! Happy Halloween!!!

Made by: @tacticianharuhi

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“ A fic/drawing of O!Ciel going sweets hunting with Lizzy and McMillan.”

This drawing is for Momo aka @acandletoguide

:)

Made by: @batdesu

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For @nneahwalker, “Grelle getting to wear a beautiful Halloween themed dress” I loved all of your prompts, it was difficult to pick just one to do!

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Prompt for @twisyn: The kuro kids as Halloween-y monsters ^☆Click for better quality☆^ [I decided to try out a new kind of coloring style and I hope it turned out good uwu]

Made by: @mimihatsune

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For @actuallynimo

“Alois in OCiel’s circus costume”

This was super fun to colour, though it made me realise just how detailed Oc’s outfits are lmao! I hope you like it though! :D

Made by: @futuba-heartgold

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For @babelfell ! The prompt I did was “Sieglinde in sweet lolita, hosting a tea party with Elizabeth.” I hope you like It!! I had so much fun drawing them ❤

Made by: @karatasbubble

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Last Halloween

Gift for @batdesu

Prompts used:

"Maybe the twins dressed in matching bunny costumes (as little kids) sharing Halloween candy. Maybe getting caught when they shouldn't be eating candy." and "Ciel and Lizzy with Sieglinde on her first time dressing for Halloween."

I really hope that you like this little story even though it's terrible^^'

Written by: @acandletoguide

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“Ah, Ciel, can you remember this costume?” Elizabeth exclaimed, holding up a little boy’s fairy tale prince costume.

Sieglinde chuckled. “You wore this?” she asked, and Ciel scowled at her before snatching the costume out of Elizabeth’s hands.

In the past few years, his life had become significantly more loud and turbulent, but Ciel still doubted that he would ever grow completely accustomed to it; and so, when Elizabeth stormed into Phantomhive Manor, dragging her maid, Sieglinde, and Wolfram with her, Ciel had, like always, tried to protest, had tried to convince Elizabeth to leave again – only to lose miserably and endure Sebastian’s subsequent ridicule. And now, instead of spending his day drinking tea and reading after finishing his paperwork for the upcoming Halloween party, Ciel was stuck going through costumes in the old playroom.

“I think this may fit you,” Elizabeth said to Sieglinde and held up a physician’s costume which Sieglinde took and vanished behind a screen.

“I doubt that any of these will fit her,” said Ciel. “The last time a new costume was added to the stock was four years ago after all.”

“Well, we did have costumes which were too big for us back then – and Sully’s not very tall; it may work out just fine.”

“It is indeed a bit small,” Sieglinde spoke from behind the screen, and Ciel couldn’t help himself but smirk at the pouting Elizabeth.

“But do you like it at least?” Elizabeth asked while rummaging in the wardrobe. “The theme, I mean. After all, you just have to decide what kind of costume you would like – Nina will handle the rest.”

“It doesn’t look too bad, but I don’t think it’s much of a costume?” Sieglinde replied, stepped out from behind the screen again.

“Then, we can forget this as well,” said Elizabeth, putting back a witch costume which she had just taken out. “Something nice and fitting, nice and fitting…” she mumbled to herself while going through the stock. Her hands slid from costume to costume until, all of a sudden, they stopped at one costume.

“What did you find?” asked Sieglinde when Elizabeth didn’t show the costume to them immediately. Slowly, Elizabeth turned around – a full body rabbit costume in her hand.

“I thought Halloween costumes are supposed to be scary,” Sieglinde said, not realising how silent Ciel and Elizabeth had become.

“Ciel, do you remember?” Elizabeth asked softly, her fingers digging into the fabric. Ciel looked down.

Sieglinde looked back and forth from Elizabeth to Ciel. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, nothing,” Elizabeth replied. “It’s just that this costume… It’s the one Ciel wore for the Halloween party before…” Her words drifted away, and after pondering for a while whether or not to tell, Elizabeth started again; and while she told Sieglinde the tale, Ciel unrolled it in his thoughts.

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  October 1885

Coldness brushed my skin when I opened the window and looked down into the garden. I should not be doing this – I still hadn’t fully recovered from my latest asthma attack – but I wanted to watch the workers, the servants and the villagers, prepare this year’s Halloween celebration. And I had opened the window only a little bit and my blanket was wrapped around me – so it should be fine, shouldn’t it?

Every year, Father hosted a party on Halloween for everyone living on his estate, and every year, the feast was a spectacle. But no matter how wonderful the party itself was, the preparations always fascinated me the most. How could something so fantastic and magical be built by such mundane ways? And it was always a delight to hear the workers exhausted and busy but happy and excited while they did their best to get everything ready. Not even for Christmas, such a feast was hosted.

I ducked when I thought that someone was about to look up and see me. I really should be in bed right now, but I did not want to miss this year’s festivity, Father’s and Ciel’s festivity, being tinkered together. Usually, Father – with input from Mother – would plan everything on his own; this year, however, he had decided to let Ciel and me help a bit so that we could see how it was like to organise such an event.

Of course, I had been bedridden for the entire planning phase and, thus, had been unable to contribute anything.

“There’s still next year,” Father had said when he had come to see how I was doing.

“Until next year,” I whispered to myself while taking yet another peak.

“What are you doing?” said Ciel behind me, and I flinched before turning around.

“Nothing,” I said.

Ciel threw himself onto his bed and rolled on his stomach. “Liar. I know you have been watching the workers – you do this every year! And every year, I catch you doing it. I still can’t wrap my head around why you are so fascinated by this – or why you are still fascinated by this. Isn’t it always the same every year?”

I closed the window before sitting down on my own bed. “And so are birthdays – or Christmas.”

“That’s different,” Ciel said. “Birthdays and Christmas always come with surprises – but there are no surprises when people are only working to erect a few things.”

“Well, I have been curious if this year would be any different than the other ones,” I said, slightly changing the topic. “After all, you helped this year; and as I can’t see later how everything turned out, I wanted to see now how everything will be.”

Ciel sat up, his eyes wide. “What do you mean you can’t see later how everything turned out?”

“Did you forget? I still haven’t fully recovered from my asthma attack, and when the party starts, it will be late and Tanaka will make sure that I’m in bed even if he has to help outside because I need a good night’s sleep to recover.”

“But what if we ask Mother and Father to let you go to the party? Even if only for a little while?”

I shook my head. “Mother and Aunt Anne were here earlier; they said that I should stay inside for a few more days – stay in bed to be more specific.”

Ciel groaned. “But I wanted you to see all the fun games I’ve helped Father planning; I wanted you to be there as well because it’s not going to be as much fun without you!”

“But I could only go for the first time last year,” I reminded him. “This year will be just like the previous ones – and don’t forget that Elizabeth and Edward will be there as well, and all the village children…”

“But you are my twin!” Ciel crossed his arms in front of his chest. “And just when you could finally go outside more often.”

Coughing, I wrapped the blanket tighter around me. “I am sorry, Ciel.”

“You don’t have to apologise; it’s not your fault,…” Ciel began but was cut off when the door opened and Nina peaked inside.

“Ah, there you are, little Lord Phantomhives!” she said, stepping into the room with a suitcase in her hands. Nina turned to me first. “I have heard that you are ill – how are you feeling?”

“Better than in the last few days,” I replied, and she nodded. “That’s good. And, Ciel – I have come to bring you your costume for tonight.”

Nina put down the suitcase and opened it while Ciel sat up straighter. Something Nina had said had sparked something inside of him; I could see it in his eyes: they glowed like they always did when he was scheming something.

“Nina,” Ciel said. “How long do you think will it take you to make another one?”

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  “Do you think this is all right?” I asked. It was nearly time for the party – and for me to go to sleep.

“Definitely,” Ciel said, pulling the hood over his head. “How lucky we are that, this year, Lizzy and I decided to switch costume themes – this time, she will go as something scary and I as something cute.” He prodded me. “And you as something cute as well.”

This year, Ciel’s costume was a full body rabbit costume – it was yellow and soft and kept the wearer warm; and just the same one was lying on my lap.

“Everything will go perfectly well,” Ciel ensured me. “Every now and then, I will upstairs to check up on you – and you will go downstairs as ‘me’! And because it’s Halloween, nobody will suspect anything if you are constantly sucking on bonbons! And nobody will notice that your ‘bonbons’ are actually cough drops. All that will happen is that either you or I will receive a lecture from Tanaka on cavities.”

“I am still not sure, Ciel,” I said, wrapping my blanket around me and the costume replica.

“Don’t be a scaredy-cat! You wanted to go to the party, right? And like this, you can! The costume will keep you warm, and the drops will help control your coughing; all will be well…” Ciel sighed. “We just can’t have fun together.”

“There’s still next year, Ciel,” I repeated Father’s words, and Ciel smiled. “There’s still next year,…”

He was again cut off when the door opened. This time, it was Tanaka who came. Ciel and I said goodnight to each other; and right before Tanaka took him downstairs, he quickly turned around to smirk at me.

I knew that I shouldn’t go outside, that I should stay in bed and sleep – but I really wanted to go and have fun like the others; and Ciel was my twin and when he could be bold, why couldn’t I?

I counted to hundred before getting up and changing into the rabbit costume.

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  “I told you that everything would go well,” Ciel whispered to me when, very late at night, we were both lying in our beds, handing our gathered sweets back and forth between us and trying our bests not to giggle too loudly so that we wouldn’t catch the attention of anyone passing by our door.

“It was marvellous,” I said, hoping that Tanaka wouldn’t spontaneously inspect our mouths in the morning while biting into a chocolate bar. “You and Father did so well! Everyone had fun, and that’s all thanks to you.”

It had really been wonderful – Elizabeth had dragged me from game to game until I had to go upstairs again, and all the time I had been in Ciel’s and mine room, I couldn’t await to finally get downstairs again. And it had been so much more fun than last year! Because last year everyone had asked me all the time if I was still well and fine and if I really didn’t want to go inside? But this time, nobody had bothered me; I had been able to go and play just like any other child, and I wished that I could do so any time.

Ciel smiled. “Hihi, I am glad that you liked it!”

“I still cannot believe that nobody noticed that we kept switching places.”

“Well, we look just the same, and everyone was focusing on the feast – not really on us.”

“Even Elizabeth did not notice and she mostly focused on me, you – uh…”

“Hm.” Ciel closed the bag of sweets and threw it under his bed before snuggling down in his blankets again.

I yawned. “Thank you, Ciel.”

“You’re welcome, little brother,” I heard him say right before sleep fell over me.

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  “It was a wonderful day,” blurted it out of Ciel when Elizabeth had finished telling her version of the story to Sieglinde. And now, Elizabeth – who had been so sad while telling the story – looked at him in surprise.

“Just because of the fire, we shouldn’t look at every good moment that happened before it with sadness,” Ciel continued before he could stop himself. “Just because they are gone, I don’t think we should let our grief taint the happy memories we have of them.”

Wordlessly but smiling once again, Elizabeth put back the rabbit costume and continued to go through the wardrobe.