wanted to request a ryo halloween fic!! i saw a video on tiktok joking abt his ginger hair and how he looked like nick wilde/shaggy(from scooby doo) could you write something abt him dressing up as one of the two for a halloween party.. maybe a couple costume with reader..? and the two of them get sm compliments at the party lmao and he would get TEW into e role, he’s so cutesy anywaysssss
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“you’re way too into this, ryo.”
(ryo x reader | halloween party au)
i'm not too sure if i did okay since it's my first time writing a fic. hope i was able to write well hehe 💖
The moment you saw him standing at your door, you knew something chaotic was about to happen.
Green short-sleeved button-up. Khaki pants. A blue tie with an actual paw print on it. And of course — that smug, self-satisfied grin.
“...Please tell me this is not what I think it is,” you said, half-laughing, half-concerned.
Ryo adjusted his tie dramatically. “Nick Wilde,” he declared proudly, like he was introducing himself at an award show. “From Zootopia.”
You blinked. “You’re serious.”
“Of course I am. You’re Judy Hopps.” He held up a folded outfit he’d been hiding behind his back — a gray sweater, jeans, and a small police badge he’d definitely bought online.
You stared at him. “When did we agree on this?”
He smiled, all teeth and dimples. “We didn’t. I decided. We make a good team, right? You’re responsible. I’m charming. It writes itself.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You’re impossible.”
He laughed, soft and melodic, before tipping his head to the side. “C’mon, carrots. You’re not really gonna let your partner go alone, are you?”
You hated how convincing that smirk was.
The party was already in full swing when you arrived, lights flickering orange and purple, upbeat music bouncing off the walls. People were dressed as witches, vampires, ghosts — and then there was you two.
The moment you stepped inside, heads turned.
“Wait—Ryo??”
“No way, you actually pulled that off!”
“You guys look like you stepped right out of the movie!”
You could feel the heat crawling up your neck. Ryo, on the other hand, looked thrilled.
He slipped one hand into his pocket, adopting the exact lazy confidence of his chosen character. “Well, what can I say?” he said smoothly, flashing a grin that made someone actually swoon. “Old habits die hard.”
You elbowed him lightly. “You are not Nick Wilde.”
He bent down just enough to meet your eyes. “Then why’s everyone saying we’re the cutest pair here?”
You had no answer for that — especially since people kept coming up to compliment you.
“Couple costume of the year!”
“You guys are adorable together!”
“Perfect match!”
You tried to brush it off with nervous laughter, but Ryo took it in stride — too much stride. He’d loop an arm around your shoulder, lean in close, and lower his voice so only you could hear.
“Don’t worry, carrots,” he’d tease. “They’re just noticing what’s obvious.”
You could tell he was enjoying every second of your flustered reactions.
Later, when the music slowed and the crowd started to thin out, you found him sitting on the back porch steps, nursing a cup of fruit punch. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, tie loosened, hair soft from all the humidity — but somehow he still looked so put together.
You leaned against the railing beside him. “You had fun, huh?”
He turned his head toward you, lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah. Everyone said we looked good together.”
You laughed. “That’s because you kept acting like we were a couple.”
He tilted his head, his eyes soft but playful. “You sound like that’s a bad thing.”
You froze for a second — his tone had shifted. Not teasing this time, not dramatic. Just... honest.
Ryo looked away, sipping from his cup to hide his small, shy smile. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just— I liked being your partner tonight.”
Your heart squeezed a little. “You’re such a dork,” you said quietly.
He chuckled under his breath. “Takes one to put up with me.”
You nudged his shoulder, and he looked back at you, eyes warm and tired but still sparkling with that same playful light.
“Next year,” he said softly, “I’ll let you pick the costume. Promise.”
You smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He paused, then smirked. “But only if we’re still matching.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re so clingy.”
He grinned. “Guilty as charged, carrots.”
The night ended with the two of you walking home side by side — his tie still askew, your borrowed badge clipped proudly to your sweater, and Ryo humming softly beside you.
Somewhere between the streetlights and your laughter, he reached out and laced his pinky with yours, not saying anything.
He didn’t need to.
Nick Wilde might’ve been the smooth-talking fox, but Ryo — your Ryo — was even more dangerous in his own quiet, sincere way.
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