#prankster-howl

[familylightfox]

@galaxies-unknown​ asked:

“….any news?” Bless glanced to the kid. He hadn’t been sure about the past few days, what with Volt’s sudden disappearance and Harmony’s wild mental state, but…even he kept asking the question, wondering if there’s be anything found. It took everything in him not to go running out of the village to hunt down Volt himself,…not that he hadn’t tried every place he could before remembering the warnings of this world’s villains. Like that’s stop him forever… “…y’wanna make some hot chocolate together?” Maybe a distraction would be best, before his tapping foot burned a hole in the floor.

                                                       ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     When the question was asked, it seemed to have come at a good time. At least if the way all four teens looked up from where they were around the dining room table was anything to go by. Another was the ever slight wag of Harmony’s tail at seeing both Bless and Node coming in. She waited until their eyes met to nod and then looked to Buddy as he pulled up the holographic map with the location they’d been given.

      “Harms got Rough and Tumble to spill the beans.” Tangle said proudly, leaning forward on the table. “You should’ve seen her. I’m pretty sure she made Perfect Chaos look like a Chao.”

     “I just scared ‘em a lil…” Harmony ducked her head and scratched at her cheek, but looked back to Bless with a brighter smile than had been on her face recently. “But we were just plannin’ how we’re gonna handle if they got backup…”

     “Normally we have an adult supervise us in missions but Harm doesn’t want to get the Freedom Fighters involved…” A pause as all four teens looked to one another, then Tangle turned her attention back to the couple. “Will you guys come along?”

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

⟢ to swallow a star | c.bg

pairing: wizard!beomgyu x apprentice!f!reader. genres: fluff, romcom, fantasy. wc: 1,7k. warnings: this is so silly and unedited 💀. an: i was trying to make a point with the last paragraph but my brain isn’t working, but i am a howl girlie so just pretend u get it 🤣 found the last photo on pinterest with no credits, so credit to the original artist 🫶🏻

it is late afternoon down by lilac lane. the spring sunlight douses the cottage in gold, lighting up the grassy hills and fields, glittering off a nearby rushing creek. it allows warmth to seep in through the windows.

normally, on a cozy sunday such as this, you would be curled up on the soft upholstery armchair in the sitting room, with tabby purring in your lap and a volume of the Wizard Howl’s Why One should Not Swallow Stars series between your fingers. But today you were not, and it vexes you greatly to think of it. rather, you are standing on the tips of your toes, leaning over the sink, to squint through the kitchen window.

a great deal of time had passed since you saw the Wizard Beomgyu, under whom you were serving an apprenticeship. he had disappeared into the fields behind the cottage earlier that very afternoon, promising to teach you a new charm once he had returned. and this promise had pleased you.

for the first few weeks in his care, you and beomgyu had gotten along remarkably well. he would teach you spells and enchantments, you would prepare meals and you would share chores and tending to the cottage equally. in your free time you would tag along on his jobs in town, or you would read and he would paint.

but in the next few weeks that took you up to the current third month at the cottage, his behavior had changed drastically. the good-natured, occasional prankster of a man had reverted to a sulking, misbehaving teenager who had not taught you a thing in days.

so the thought of his unhappiness being cured and him now having the time to teach you, enlivened the witch in the exasperated nurse you had become. but that excitement had long since met its end. and as the clock struck five o’clock, your blood boiled.

a flash of green sweeps through the open window and you drop onto your heels. tabby lifts her head from where she had sat napping between the potted plants near you on the sink, one eye opening slowly to follow the squawking bird.

“toto,” you say, relieved to see the wizard’s familiar. you follow him into the sitting room, where he glides around once more before taking his perch. “where have you been? where is your master?”

he squawks. “miss (y/n), master requests your presence at poppy hill.”

“poppy hill?” you say in surprise, “i thought he was in the fields. is something the matter?” then your eyes shine, “is it time for my lesson at last?”

toto lets out a nervous squawk. “you should take your leave before last light, miss.”

“will you guide me to him, toto?” you ask politely. the parrot nods his head before hopping from his perch and sailing through the kitchen window once more.

you tighten your boots quickly, pausing only to check on tabby. “are you coming, girl?”

her countenance was such that, if she were a person, you’d imagine she would sigh unenthusiastically. but she nevertheless hopped off and ran after you at your heels.

you follow toto deep into the fields and up onto poppy hill where the Witch Karina grew and nurtured her genus of wild flowers. it pales you to imagine he had spent the entirety of his afternoon here, but you perk up when toto leads you down the windward side of the hill.

you come to a stop as you find the Wizard Beomgyu seated amongst red common poppies, the last light catching his features and making them glow. the gentle breeze brushes through his long, golden brown hair as he soaks it up. when the light disappears behind the mountains at last, toto settles atop his head and his eyes flutter open. he greets toto with a smile, then turns to you and his eyes light up. you gulp.

“(y/n)!” he says, climbing to his feet. as his hands clear the grass and dirt from his trousers, he starts toward you and continues, “i’m glad you could make it. i was just talking to karina and—”

you fix your hands on your hips and a severe expression on your face. he stops, fear in his eyes. you march toward him and he shrieks. “where have you been! you promised you would teach me today, beomgyu! what is the meaning of this!” you say, poking a finger into his chest.

“i was—”

“i have been patient! so patient with you these weeks and you go and leave me at noon until evening! what have you to say for yourself, sir!”

his frown morphs into a smile and you are simply flabbergasted. but before you can berate him further, he takes your hand into his gently. he presses his lips to your knuckles and then rubs his thumb over them gently.

“i have left you? why, i could never do such a thing my dear,” he says and your face burns red.

“wha– wai– i beg your pardon!” you exclaim. but he maintains his hold on your hand and leads you further down the hill until you reach the middle of the slope. “do you think you can treat me like those swooning ladies in town!”

the sky is now dark and the stars are twinkling above, the moonlight shimmering silver against the blades of grass beneath your feet. you try and use the fragrance of the flowers and the earth to distract you from how warm and soft his hand feels, but then he takes your other hand and pulls you toward him.

“there is going to be a meteor shower tonight.” he says excitedly, as if it explains anything. but you are much too distracted by his closeness and his touch and his prettiness to argue. “i have planned it all with Karina. she will—“

you finally manage to yank your hands from his. “i do not care to be in your presence now, sir. you refuse to explain your behavior! i am your apprentice, you are supposed to teach me. if our arrangement— if my company is not to your liking anymore simply say so and I will take my leave.”

you start your walk back up the hill, which, being now by your full senses, proved to be a lot more taxing than the journey down it. it only aggravates you more. but you gather your dress in your hands and push on. he rushes after you.

“i will swallow a star!”

you stop in your tracks. you turn to him. “what?”

“i will swallow a star,” he repeats, folding his arms across his chest with a resolved expression on his face. “so that i may compete with that pretty boy you like so much.”

you blink. “compete? with that pretty boy? who– The Wizard Howl? Pendragon?”

he does not answer, but turns his face up to the night sky with a pout. your jaw drops in absolute bafflement. then you burst out laughing. his cheeks turn pink.

“oh, beomgyu,” you sigh, taking his face into your hands and turning it to you. “howl’s books are about why we should not contract deals with demons for power; his own autobiography. and you are a powerful wizard of your own accord, why should you need to be like him?”

toto squawks. “that is what i told him, Miss.”

“you shut up,” he snaps, swatting his familiar away. when your hands drop from his face, he returns them to their place and he leans into your touch, still pouting. “but you like him so much. you’re always reading those things and talking to tabby and mrs rochester from the bakery about him.”

you grin, a blush glowing in your cheeks. “beomgyu, the wizard howl is a happily married man with a sweet two-year old son. the story of his life is remarkable to me, so I read about him.”

he stills. “really?”

you drop your head and giggle. when you look up again, he is watching you with a look in his eyes that makes your chest flutter.

“and what about you?” you say, fixing your hands on your hips again. “what were you doing all day with Miss Karina?”

he perks up. “oh! i spent the afternoon trying to convince her to let us borrow her field for the evening. she agreed on the condition that i promenade with her in town tomorrow.”

you glare at him and smack his shoulder. “And you said yes? i cannot believe you! courting couples promenade together! i—“

he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. “i am a cunning wizard, darling. i may have pulled one on her,” he shrugs, “besides. how could i dream of courting anyone else when you are right here.”

then his eyes flit to your lips, asking, and when you nod, he takes them between his own in a sweet kiss.

when you break apart your breath is shaky and you think that if he should remove his arm from your waist you would fall straight to the ground. he smirks, as if he reads your mind.

“sh- she’s going to curse you once she figures it out. d-do you not know of howl and the witch of the waste?”

at that moment the meteor shower begins, like glittering diamonds shooting across the heavens. you stare up in awe. tabby meows and rubs her head against your legs, while toto perches on beomgyu’s shoulder.

he gently takes your chin between his fingers and draws your attention back to him.

“do you know of the wizard beomgyu and the apprentice who stole his heart?” he says softly, bringing your face closer and closer and closer. “they say she was was vivacious,” he kisses one corner of your mouth, “unyielding,” then the other, “a powerful witch in the making who was not wise of what she was doing before it was far too late.”

your breathing is heavy and your eyes hooded, “w-what happened to them? the wizard and the apprentice?”

his lips curl into a soft smile. “the apprentice and her wizard’s fates became inseparable, and they were destined to love one another in this and every lifetime.”

he pulls you in once more, this kiss much different from the first. he holds you impossibly close, a hand buried in your hair and the other lifting you up to his lips. it is enrapturing and toe-curling and your insides melt.

you decided then and there that the Wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon was a charlatan. for if this is what it felt like to swallow a star, to give your heart to another and share a life, you would choose it with beomgyu, every single day.

scintillasofbeomgyu © all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, alter, or repost in any way.

[spadecentral]

😚 Fall For You | Misc. TWST

>> requested: no >> a/n: this was the fic from the request for characters

>> masterlist: ramshackle (misc.) >> summary: who fell harder? who fell first? >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

you fell first, he fell harder

Riddle Rosehearts was not accustomed to falling in love. He had rarely ever received affection to begin with. But when you started hanging out with him more, doing things for him, with him… he truly fell for you.

he fell first, you fell harder

Ace Trappola was a prankster. He usually joked around with his friends a whole lot, but he found himself messing with you a whole lot more. You didn’t mind of course, you found it quite endearing. And somehow, his stupidity had gained him rizz points, because you could never see to get your mind off of him.

you fell first, he fell harder

Jack Howl knew of you, how you hung around him all the time. He never seemed to mind it. He liked you being around, actually. Your scent was much nicer than everyone else’s. And one day, when you were sick, he truly found how much he missed you.

you fell first, he fell harder

At first, Floyd Leech bothering you was nothing out of the ordinary. He seemed to prod and poke everyone, and he didn’t want to leave you out of the group. You always seemed to smile when he was around, so he did it more often; calling you ‘Shrimpy' and giving you tight, air-depriving hugs. But what he didn’t notice was him falling for you.

he fell first, you fell harder

Jamil Viper was not unaware of your presence. Quite the opposite in fact. He was hyper-aware of you, always taking mental notes of your likes and dislikes. He would make you small snacks of some of your favorite foods. But he was too insecure to tell you that he liked you outright, so he hoped that by giving you these gifts you would gain feelings for him like he did for you. And you did.

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[targaryenluvs]

SKELETONS AND SCARES

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: it’s fred’s mission to scare his girlfriend ever since she told him it was impossible to.

warnings: pranks and shenanigans, kisses, fluff, hitting? insinuations (sexy 👀)

a/n: it’s christmas and i’m writing halloween stuff idk why

the library was quiet as you and fred studied together. well you studied and he more so watched. ever since halloween approached he’d been restless. and the students were on high alert, especially with the weasley twins on the prowl. yesterday you ran into at least four people who’d been the subject of their pranks.

“oh! and then colin accidentally walked in on the prank for ron. wasn’t any less hilarious to be honest.” fred laughed as you smiled, “all these students are easily scared fred. choose someone more difficult or more amusing. i’m sure draco deserves a visit.” you joked as fred thought, “like who?” you pointed at yourself. “you? you want me to scare you? you’re easy.” you scoffed at his words, “and why is that? can you recall any time you’ve managed to prank me?”

fred’s mouth open and closed. you were really right, he hadn’t even scared you once. but he’d do it now. “okay, what do i get if i do?” you wondered for a second, “me. wherever you’d like, whenever.” fred liked that idea as he reached his hand out to shake before quickly retracting it, “what do you get if i fail?” you grinned, “you.”

he was relentless in his efforts. the first day after your agreement had you in the library again, this time with hermione in your spare time. you’d both wanted to read your favourite books. and as you pulled out yours a spider jumped out and onto your hand. rather than panicking you pulled out your wand “pertrificus totalus.” you picked it up and placed it outside the room.

fred was nearby and groaned at your calm demeanour whilst george leaned against the wall to take a peak. “well it seems your ever so amazing plan has already failed. what’ve you got up your sleeve?”

two in one day was something you wouldn’t expect from him, right?

wrong.

but a snake in a suitcase was extremely dull. you had no clue why fred’s pranks were so bad when it came to you but for others they were a howl. fail after fail and every day you woke up with the expectation of a success perhaps. even when you hung out with him he was planning his next prank. “if you’re wondering what miserable plan you’re going to use next i beg you to not. having george pop out of a closet with a mask i mean come on.”

fred jokingly hit your arm, “why are your pranks so bad when it comes to me?” fred shrugged his shoulders. “maybe i just don’t want to hurt you.” it came off as a joke but you could feel the sincerity in his earnest words.

“well aren’t you a sweetheart.” you replied as you kissed his cheek.

you’d been biding your time for him.

fred made his way into the room and you took it as your chance and jumped at him, which caused the two of you to tumble down onto the couch.

“how long had you been waiting there?” he yelped as you sat up, “as long as i had to for this, priceless! you’ve been annoying me for the past few days with very pathetic attempts when the simplest prank was amazing and effective.” you preened as he laughed.

“you’re the girlfriend of hogwarts’ best prankster. there’s no way i’ll be resting until i succeed.” fred crossed his arms with his chin in the air as you began to howl in laughter. “well your times up and you failed, i bet george would’ve scared me by now.” fred’s mouth turned into an ‘o’ before his hands crept to your stomach, “you take it back, take it back right now y/n weasley.” he joked as you grinned, “weasley? i like the sound of that. when’s george available?” fred was relentless as he tickled you, your hands beating on his body at the torture. “i was kidding! please!” you cried out as he tutted.

“no mercy for traitors y/n!”

[beyondtheglowingstars]

This dumbass idea has been stuck in my brain for a while, it is so dumb and I also pushed it out kinda quickly lol

Don't forget to dry yourself first

Pairing: Four x GN reader Word count: 1.3k WARNING(S): Kinda suggestive? General info: Poor Four just wanted to enjoy his day off but the pranksters of the group chose him as a victim that day. In an act of kindness you did to improve his day, some of his bad luck struck both of you.

These boys never fail to surprise you with how much trouble they can either get themselves into or cause for others, sometimes both. And turns out that this time, Four would be the unfortunate victim of a prank; right on the day that was meant to be a short break on the road so they could all enjoy a day at the river. Some of Smithy’s clothing articles had been stolen by Hylia knows who while he had been relaxing in the water, and only did he realize about the prank until he caught a glimpse of the purple fabric from his tunic sticking out from under a bush.

Fortunately for the unsuspecting hero, whoever had hidden his clothes was kind of a lousy hider and as a result, he’d been able to find almost everything in a short amount of time, and was only missing one more item to get back into his hands.

Four cursed and groaned in frustration once he spotted his beloved green headband stuck on a branch much too tall for him to reach. A mix of laughs and giggles echoed around you as Wild, Wind and Legend took delight in the scene playing out in front of their eyes; your bets were placed on either Wind or Wild being responsible for the blacksmith’s misfortune. And although he was the one laughing the loudest, your mind had cleared the Veteran off of the list of possible culprits. Only for this time. It didn’t really look like something the Vet would do. But you couldn’t really blame him for enjoying the current situation unfolding before his own eyes; the image of Four dressed in just his underwear, attempting to climb a rock with all the precision in the world to avoid slipping and falling since he was still wet from previous contact with water, only to still not be able to reach his headband with the added height was quite amusing.

The blacksmith’s face was covered in red, be it from embarrassment or anger you did not know which, but it had to be a combination between the two. More curses were heard, except louder this time as Four stretched his arm as much as he could while trying to not lose his balance and fall from the rock, the other heroes present in the river with you howled with laughter again.

Taking pity on the shortest one of the group, you emerge from your comfy spot in the calm waters and make your way to where Four was located. The rock adjacent to the tree provided enough room for you to support your feet on it and reach where the accessory had gotten stuck, retrieving the item with far more ease than the blacksmith could without the use of tools. With your feet off the rock and back on solid ground, you offer the headband to Four; the trio still in the water jokingly boo’d at you in disapproval.

The young man accepts his item back with a ‘thanks’ and a bashful smile, placing the piece of cloth back on his head and beginning to make his way down the rock. And it would have been the end of it, but either Hylia or some other external force decided that Four wasn’t destined to have a break that day; he slipped once his foot touched the ground and was sent tumbling forward as he flailed his arms around to regain balance, but it was to no avail.

You could not have expected it, and could not have stopped it from happening even if you wanted to. The best you could do was close your eyes after Four let out a sound of surprise and crashed against your body with enough force to send you falling backwards, his face on your chest and the next time you opened your eyes you were already on the forest floor. The fall was a little rough and you heard the blacksmith voicing an ‘oof!’ as he came down with you; your butt took most of the fall and it hurt, part of your lower back also hurt, but more in the form of tiny scratches rather than possible bruises.

But nevermind your sore ass and scratched skin anywhere else on your body when you considered the way Four had landed. His weight firmly planted over your pelvis, hands positioned on the ground on either side of your head, his body almost pressed to yours and his blond locks cascaded freely around his face; the honesty hidden deep within you had to admit how there was a certain type of beauty and attractiveness to be admired about the way Four currently looked.

A gasp was heard in the direction of the three others still in the river and you could almost picture in your head how each of them reacted. The blacksmith’s cheeks bloomed with even more red than before and his eyes widened as much as plates and you had a good guess that everything was finally sinking in for him, and you were in a similar situation as him, feeling your face heat up until it truly clicked how compromising everything looked.

Neither of you seemed to be able to move; Four’s eyes darted around in refusal to hold eye contact with you, and you weren’t gonna shove him off of you to the side and accidentally hurt him because of something that happened due to very bad luck (or perhaps good luck?). You could almost swear that you heard the same noise Wild’s sheikah slate makes when taking a picture.

Really wanting to get some of the eyes off of you, you called for the man that had you trapped beneath him.

“Four, do you think you could let me go?”

And it’s as if something inside him finally settled, he looked at you apologetically and quickly scrambled back to his feet in the least awkward way he could, then offering his hand for you to take. You allow yourself to be helped onto your feet and the blacksmith didn’t do as much as directing a glance your way and simply muttered panicked apologies repeatedly, and it is until now that you finally noticed how the color on his face spread all the way to the tip of his ears. He quickly made his way back to the chilly water after that, and you followed suit, back to the comfy spot you had been relaxing in prior to helping Four and made your best effort to avoid looking at Wild, Legend and Wind on your way there.

The other three were red in the face as well, but for the reason that they were nearly about to pass out from laughing to themselves at the whole exchange. How they didn’t outright burst out laughing right there was a mystery to you, but one that you weren’t about to question as things could have easily gone worse.

But curiosity won and you couldn’t help shooting a nervous peek at everyone around you, catching Four giving the other three heroes the most intimidating glare you had seen in your entire life, and just in time before you heard the crunch of leaves and branches announce the arrival of Time and the rest of the remaining members of the group. Your blush had not let up yet and neither had The Smith’s, best you could do was act as normal as you could in your little spot and pray that not a single word would spread to those unaware.

But that was merely wishful thinking on your part.

"Smithy’s got a stiffy!" rang out from across the other side of the river, followed by a loud smack-like sound and then the offender’s voice being muffled underwater.

You would not think about the validity of that statement for your own sanity, but having gotten a good look at the confused yet concerned expressions from the Links that had just arrived let you know that everything was far from over yet. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was to come.

[sophora-writes]

I will always love you! (George Weasley x Reader)

Writer’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my first ever post and I am new to Tumblr so sorry if it’s not great, I am still learning so any kind feedback would be deeply appreciated! Thank you so much for reading btw! <3

Warnings: Mentions of drowning (not actual drowning).

Summary: George and y/n are the perfect match as both of them are major pranksters constantly trying to outdo the other and their relationship is all the stronger for it.

Genre: Fluff

I hope you enjoy!

It was no secret that Fred and George Weasley were the funniest duo and best pranksters of Hogwarts. Everyone knew who they were, it was kind of impossible not to. So naturally, they attracted a large group of female admirers although most of these went after the elder and more outgoing of the twins: Fred. This often left George alone and isolated only adding to his many insecurities about him being inferior to his elder twin. However this all changed when he met his soulmate y/n. Y/n was his best friend as well as his partner, she was his everything. Y/n matched his energy and was always laughing and smiling with her sparkling e/c eyes and loved him for him, not just his comedic act. The most important thing though, was that y/n was a prankster just like George although y/n preferred traditional non magical pranks being a muggle born and all. They would battle back and forth trying constantly to outdo the other. This started when y/n put a whoopie cushion on George’s chair after only 2 months of dating so that when she saved him a seat next to her in class (after he was already 5 minutes late to the lesson) he would hurriedly rush to sit down on his chair only to realise that y/n had started a never ending prank war. “20 points from Gryffindor Mr Weasley” Professor McGonagall sighed clearly tired of teaching before the lesson had even begun. “But Professor that wasn’t..” George tried to protest but to no avail, “Save it Mr Weasley or I shall see you in a lunchtime detention and I’m sure we would both rather be spared that pain now wouldn’t we!” The whole class then sniggered as George whispered to y/n that this was not over and he was going to get her back good. So that’s how y/n ended up with the air being rushed from her lungs as George pushed her into the lake on a warm summers day around 2 years after that first incident had occurred. “George Gideon Weasley” you barley managed to shout out before you had connected head first with the freezing cold water of the lake. As you broke the surface coughing and spluttering, gasping for breath you heard the howling laughter of your boyfriend clutching his stomach as he was wiping away real tears from his eyes. He thought this was funny did he? You thought angrily, well we’ll see how he likes it in here himself, you thought a wicked smirk slowly forming on your face as you thought of a cunning plan. “Georgie, Georgie help! Help me! Help me Georgie I can’t swim!” You screamed at the top of your lungs feigning a distraught look upon your face. George instantly paled and immediately sprung into action. “Oh my god y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t realise I…” he spluttered “George just help me for Christ’s sake!” You screamed louder violently thrashing your arms through the water. “Hang on n/n!” George cried rushing to the nearest side of the lake to you, “Here, grab my hand” Bingo you thought as you grabbed his hand and yanked him with your entire strength into the lake along side you! Now it was your turn to laugh as George emerged looking like a startled kitten. “Gotcha!” You cackled as his shock turned into anger and then finally into laughter along side yours. “Well done n/n! You really got me!” George said in between fits of laughter, “but don’t you worry, I’ll get you back sooner on later!” “Don’t worry Georgie, I know, that’s why I will always love you!” You stated shyly unsure how he would react. “And I will always love you too y/n” George whispered softly before he slowly pulled you against him and delicately placed his lips against yours.

The End! I hope you guys enjoyed and again any feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

[twistedmionn]

If Twisted Wonderland characters had SEKAIs

This is very unlike the stuff I usually post, but as an avid Project Sekai player, I sorted the TWST characters into their own SEKAIs.

Troubled SEKAI

SHARED GOAL: escaping their situations

DESCRIPTION: Despite not getting along, four young men need each other's help to overcome their difficult private situations.

Riddle Rosehearts (leader)

Jamil Viper

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Athlete SEKAI

SHARED GOAL: becoming great sportsmen

DESCRIPTION: Four aspiring Magift players overcome their fears and losses together.

Epel Felmier (leader)

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Rockstar SEKAI

SHARED GOAL: making rock music together

DESCRIPTION: Three rock musicians invite a former delinquent to continue expressing himself through music.

Deuce Spade (leader)

Kalim Al-Asim

Cater Diamond

Lilia Vanrouge

Drama SEKAI

SHARED GOAL: learning from each other

DESCRIPTION: Two men with a passion for acting join forces with a duo of serious knights in order to learn from each other.

Vil Schoenheit (leader)

Rook Hunt

Sebek Zigvolt

Silver Vanrouge

Mafia SEKAI

SHARED GOAL: becoming wealthy asf

DESCRIPTION: A money-obsessed trio and an all-knowing robot team up in order to become the wealthiest force on Earth.

Azul Ashengrotto (leader)

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Ortho Shroud

Comedy SEKAI

SHARED GOAL: just making people laugh

DESCRIPTION: Four prankster friends want to make a stereotypical family sitcom.

Ace Trappola (leader)

Trey Clover

MC

Grim

[the-lonelybarricade]

A collection of scary, thrilling, monster, or otherwise halloween themed feysand fics to help you get into the spooky mood!

All fics are arbitrarily rated on a scale of 1-5 👻's in terms of intensity/spookiness!

SFW

Modern:

A trail of pomegranate seeds by @msfeyredarling - Feyre and Rhys (strangers at the time) both go to the same Halloween party and they realize their costumes match (👻- adorable meet cute!)

What's Your Favorite Scary Movie by @a-courtofdreams - Feyre is preparing for a scary movie night when she gets a series of phone calls from a stranger with a question. What's your favorite scary movie? (👻👻👻👻👻 - spooky thriller!)

Halloween Costume by @reverie-tales - Feyre wants to do a couple costume with Rhys but he refuses. He doesn't like to dress up, he never really did. So Feyre asks Cassian instead. (👻 - pure fluff!)

Scaring is Caring by @the-lonelybarricade - A few drinks into reluctantly being dragged out of the house to celebrate Halloween, Mor suggests they go to a haunted house. But things don't exactly go according to plan. (👻 - unconventional meet cute)

Please Be more Carveful by @live-the-fangirl-life - After a disastrous pumpkin carving incident, Feyre's case becomes the latest in a string of Halloween-related incidents at Rhys' hospital. (👻- feysand fluff and sexy dr. Rhys)

trick or treat by @quakeriders - The next photo took her breath away. She was dressed like a witch. Eight years old, holding onto a broom like her life depended on it and scowling at a nine year old boy, who was wearing a huge pair of bat wings and grinned down at her mischievously. (👻- fluffy childhood friends AU)

Halloween by queenarcheron - Rhysand and Feyre watch a scary movie together (👻 - Illyrian baby needs his big strong girlfriend to protect him)

Are You Scared by AcrossASeaOfStars - Rhysand decides to invite all his friends to go to Velaris's most haunted house. The group decide to take bets on who will need to tap out and who won't be scared at all. (👻 - light hearted fun with the acotar gang!)

Every Vandal for Themself by @elentiyawhitethorn - Cassian Illyrian and Morrigan Hewn. Flirts, party-goers, best friends, roommates, and most importantly, remorseless pranksters. Feyre, Lucien, and Azriel, all victims of their Halloween pranks, decide they need to get revenge. (👻 - whats a little Halloween prank between friends?)

Canon:

Foreshadowing by absurdvampmuse - It was All Hallows’ Eve & the invite from the Night Court was heavy with cordial words & adornments. Feyre played on the image Tamlin had of her, even took him into consideration when coming up with her costume. Though she was truly going for him: Rhysand. (👻 - spooky fluff that will put you in your early acomaf feels)

The Cookie Monster by wingsofanillyrian -Rhys and Feyre hear a bump in the night... (👻- the most adorable midnight haunting)

A Court of Thorns and Roses Halloween by @bookofmirth - A set of prompts received on tumblr, specifically for Halloween. Some are fluffy, while many are creepy and/or gory. (👻👻👻👻 - readers beware, you're in for a scare!)

Down the Water Well by @the-lonelybarricade - Never go near the water well. For eleven years, Feyre obeyed her mother’s command. Except now, she was standing on the edge of that barren circle, staring at the stone well at the top of the hill. (👻👻👻 - whatever it is can't be that bad... right?)

Monster/AU:

Till Death Do Us Part by @the-lonelybarricade - Feyre makes a deal with the Grimm Reaper for a second chance at life... as his bride (👻 - fluffy slice of life)

Howling Moon by @writtenonreceipts - There is a dark spirit taunting the wolves of Velaris and only one witch that can stop it. (👻👻 - super fun urban fantasy mystery!)

Turn Your Ghosts Into Mine by @separatist-apologist and @highladydawn - The Archeron women have been considered witches in their little Massachusetts town of Velaris for centuries and Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are no exceptions. After witnessing a love spell gone horribly wrong, the three young girls create a spell for their perfect man, vowing they will not love until they meet this man. (👻👻 - the Archeron sisters have never looked sexier than when they were covering up a murder)

Accidentally In Love by @shallyne - Feyre likes her life as a witch. She's living in a cute cottage and makes potions, her best friend is visiting her all the time. But one day, her friend accidentally sips from her love potion and Feyre has to keep an eye on him (👻 - What if I slipped you a love potion and we kissed a little? jkjk... unless?)

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You by @amusedowl - Feysand Angst set in an Apocalyse au (👻👻 - you're going to need tissues for this one, but you can turn them into spooky ghosts after!)

Crimson Starlight by @asnowfern - Vampire Rhys and human Feyre falling in love in 1880s Paris. (👻 - a STUNNING fic that perfectly captures the victorian gothic aesthetic)

Chasing Tails by runningwater - The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key from around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. (👻- cat-shifter regency AU? Say less)

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Modern:

Confessed Sins and Ripped Stockings by vxlkyrie7 - Feyre attends a halloween party and goes home with an unfairly gorgeous priest (👻 - spooky spice!)

Is There A Word For Bad Miracle by @separatist-apologist - That time Rhys stumbled on Feyre committing a murder and decided he had to have her (👻👻 - who says murder doesn't count as foreplay?)

Canon:

Would You Like Me On My Knees? by @starfall-spirit -  Angered by her deception, Rhys sends Feyre home, freeing her from their marriage and bargain made Under the Mountain, all too soon finding that to be the worst mistake he's made in five centuries. (👻👻 - mean beast!Rhys makes an appearance in this Silver-Tongued Bride offshoot!)

Five Times the Beast Was Subdued (and the One Time It Wasn't) by @the-lonelybarricade - A short chronical of canon moments Rhys grappled with his 'baser side' and the one time Feyre coaxed it out to play. (👻 - beast!Rhys only wants one thing and it's to please his wife)

Bejeweled by @thesistersarcheron - Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the land with his power really means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the Night Court’s mines dripping in ceremonial jewels while everyone else gets to attend the orgy without him. (👻 - to shreds you say?)

As the World Falls Down by @thesistersarcheron - Sometimes in the dead of night on the way to the kitchen for a glass of water, I see an extra door in the hallway, black and imposing. (👻👻👻 - what happens when Feyre never slays the wolf and faerie has to come to her instead 👀)

Monster/AU:

Be a Doll, Darling by @the-lonelybarricade - using an old spellbook from a novelty shop, Feyre acid

entally brings her sex doll to life (👻👻👻 - laughs in scared and horny)

Bite Me, Prick by @elentiyawhitethorn - modern vampire au with Feysand, where her blood is not only tasty but an aphrodisiac (👻 - sexy, laid back vampire just wants a little nibble? Go ahead, sir)

Violent Delights by @the-lonelybarricade - There were three rules that must be followed in the home of Viscount Rhysand. One: All staff were forbidden from looking at his lordship directly. Two: All windows were to stay nailed shut, and all drapes pulled over them lest any light creep through the boards. And the third and strangest rule of the castle: All female staff were forbidden from leaving their quarters during their monthly bleed. (👻👻 - he-he's going to put his mouth WHERE!?)

Invisible Thread by @a-courtofdreams - Prythian is transformed into a modern-day city where Feyre is a witch out of touch with her powers and Rhys is a powerful vampire. When Rhys recognizes Feyre as his mate, the timing is not ideal but he has to know her. Feyre is equally drawn to the handsome vampire who makes her feel alive and encourages her to find herself and her magic again. As outside forces threaten to tear them apart, will their fated bond be enough to keep the evil at bay? (👻 - urban fantasy / discovery of witches meets charmed)

The Creature of Nótt by @msfeyredarling - Raven-black locks, golden brown skin and eyes of the deepest blue made up the beautiful man, the most beautiful she had ever seen. Only he wasn’t a man. He was the creature her village was so frightened of. (👻👻👻 - if big, scary monster, why pretty shaped?)

Pretty Little Witch by @abraxos-and-ataraxia - Feyre wants to know what creature her sister is summoning in the basement. Little does she know, the Demon Prince is curious, as well. (👻👻👻👻👻 - if the big mean prince of hell likes to play rough with his toys, I volunteer next)

The Music of the Night by @the-lonelybarricade - It's Feyre's first year as an elligible maiden for the village reaping. In order to escape the chance of being chosen, Feyre rushes into a marriage with Lord Tamlin. She is terrified on her wedding night, but foruntately she is spared from consumating her marriage when she is pulled into a strange, erotic dream with an enchanting creature. (👻👻 - night unfurled its splendor alright)

I'd Rather Be a Real Nightmare by @separatist-apologist - A warning scream in the night sends Feyre running through the forest, straight into the waiting arms of the God Of Nightmares. (👻👻👻👻👻 - throne sex with an extra dash of dark!Rhys)

No Slow Dancing in the Dark by @iambutmortal - Feyre will do anything to get out of the Spring Court, including make a deal with the God of Night. Rhys is willing to do whatever it takes to make her his. (👻👻👻👻 - hi hello is this the Night Court? I'd also like to take that deal please)

Tell Me I'm a Wreck by @separatist-apologist - Feyre Archeron needs to travel the woods between her village and her grandmothers house to find out what happened to her missing eldest sister. Rhysand is waiting between the trees. (👻👻👻👻 - this one had my heart going pitter patter)

Meet Me In the Woods by @labellefleur-sauvage - Returning to the ancient forests surrounding his ancestral home in the Scottish highlands, Rhys quickly discovers how the hunter becomes the hunted when a bloodthirsty Scottish faerie turns her ravenous sights on him. (👻👻👻👻 - even Rhys agress that monster!Feyre just hits different)

High Tide Came And Brought You In by @separatist-apologist -Desperate to escape her impending marriage, Feyre throws herself from a cliffside. Anything is better than what's waiting for her. Even the monster hiding in the waves. (👻👻👻 - Maybe the deep dark ocean isn't so scary afterall?)

Bound For More by starry_soul - Feyre knew the moment she was chosen as that year’s offering that her life was over. What she did not expect was to feel such pleasure before death. (👻👻👻- sign me up for the next vilalge sacrifice please)

To Tango With the Devil by @iambutmortal - For two years, Feyre’s been obsessed with the demon statue in the church. It haunts her dreams, even on the eve of her wedding. To bad the statue’s just as obsessed with her. (👻👻 - peak "that's my wife" at first sight energy)

[shamrockqueen]

B-Movie

Pairing : Werewolf Bucky x reader

Warnings : Noncon, stalking, abandoned, smut, R18

Word count : 3237

AO3 Link

You didn’t even want to leave the house tonight, let alone drag yourself all the way to the cineplex to watch a crummy B-Movie. You just didn’t want to be home all alone on a Saturday night, but being all alone at the movies didn’t seem any better.

It’s some old, cheesy horror movie that sucked more and more every second you had to watch it. The fact that you didn’t have anything better to do was the only reason you stayed this long.

The young couple on the screen cuddled up in a car as a cheap howl rang across the screen. The girl gets all flustered and goes, "Did you hear that, Brad?"

"Hear what, Janet? I’m sure it’s just a dog." The cliche football player boyfriend tried to reassure her.

"I don’t know Brad; it sounded big." She said with a scared huff.

The acting was bad to say the least, and you wanted to reach through the screen and slug one of them in the face each time they opened their mouth. You really didn’t know how much more you could take.

The couple got back to canoodling before a ‘werewolf’ that looked more like a roll of shag carpet popped up between them and they started screaming. Dark gray splatters of blood flung around the black and white screen as the creature clawed up the once-horny 18-year-olds.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You understand the kitschy nature of these old movies, but this was just hard to watch.

There weren't a lot of people in the theater with you, and you were certain that there wasn’t anyone behind you when you sat down. Yet, as a warm brush of air grazed the back of your neck, you heard someone whisper in your ear. "What are you doing here all by yourself?"

You nearly choked on your popcorn, hacking and coughing just to catch a breath of air. It prompted someone from the audience to turn back towards you and shout, "Shut up."

You ignore the jackasses in the front row and whip your head around to try and find who had invaded your personal space. But, no one was behind you; in fact, the whole back half of the theater was empty.

It had to have been nothing, a prankster, or a figment of your imagination. You turned back towards the screen with a huff to watch the 'werewolf’ attack some pedestrians.

You shook your soda, feeling it was still pretty full, before taking a sip and watching the crummy rug monster lumber across the screen as people ran away from it.

You felt that breath on your skin again before you heard that deep, disembodied rumble of a man’s voice. "So unrealistic. You’d never be able to outrun me."

This time, you swung your elbow as you turned towards the voice, only to find no one yet again. You studied the darkened corners of the empty back rows for a solid second, and you swore you could almost see something. A solid mass in one of the seats at the far back with a faintly sharpened gaze pointed directly towards you.

It makes the hair on your arms stand on end as goosebumps pricked at your skin and your body turns stiff. All the while, you stared down what you hoped to be an imaginary figure before turning back to the screen to see the crappy werewolf being shot at by an angry mob.

You couldn’t pay attention to it anymore, nor to the thought of something lurking behind you in an almost empty theater. When you noticed a group of people near the front step away from their seats and grumbling about the movie, you took this as an opportunity to slip out of the theater hidden within a small group.

You grab your stuff and just leave, glancing back for almost a second. There wasn’t anything back there this time, but you weren’t taking any more chances.

You toss your popcorn in a nearby bin as you exit the theater, hiding behind the group of strangers as they all walk off towards their own cars.

You have to scuttle away in the opposite direction, where the parking had been free. It wasn’t too bad of a walk while the sun was still up, but now with the moon high in the sky and a chill already running down your spine, it was an unnerving trek just so you could go home.

You shook the soda cup you still held onto, listening to the ice sloshing inside to gauge how much coke you had left to drink. It was a good amount, and you sipped at it from the straw as you hoofed it all the way back to your car.

You sucked down your coke until you heard the telltale sputtering noise that signified that the cup was finally empty. You gave it another light shake, only to hear the ice knocking around inside before taking a final water sip.

You stopped walking, but only for a second, so you could find a public trash can to dump your cup. But, as your sneakers stopped hitting the pavement, you heard the continuation and abrupt stop of someone else’s footsteps. You stand still for a second before slowly twisting your back to peek over your shoulder to see what might have been behind you.

Nothing.

The only thing to grace your vision was the dark and empty street of your small town; an image you’d seen many times before seemed so ominous as of now. You pull your eyes away from the street behind you before spotting a trash can by the door of the next storefront.

You take a few careful steps closer to the can until it’s within range to toss your cup. The cup hits the edge of the opening before ricocheting right into the trash. A lucky shot, and after the cup's clunky descent, the streets are eerily quiet again.

You had to stop yourself from letting your heart beat out of control as you searched the shadows for any other mysterious figures like those you’d seen at the back of the theater. Alone on a Saturday night, you're so scared that you could have pissed yourself, and it turned out to be nothing. You recall the shitty movie and laugh at yourself for letting something so poorly made affect your nerves like this.

You pick your feet up and start walking again, eager only to get home. That's when you hear the footsteps far behind you more clearly, like a soft weight hitting the concrete some distance away. You have to ignore it, for your own sanity at least, but you pick up your pace without another thought. You don’t want to turn back only to see nothing or have your eyes trick you like they did before.

The heavy thumps of something far behind grew closer and faster to the point that it could no longer be ignored, no matter how badly you wanted to pretend it was just the simple sounds of a small town after dark.

But, it wasn’t. Hard pads were hitting the sidewalk, drawing far too close for your nerves to withstand.

You let yourself steal a glance over your shoulder as you walked a little faster. The black mass of dark hair and teeth a few yards away nearly made your heart stop. You don’t take note of too many more details, opting instead to break out into an immediate sprint. Your body is given no time to adjust, making it hell on your knees as your little legs propel you towards the old parking lot where you left your car.

The mass sped up, but only to match your pace, letting your little rabbit heart tire out until you became easy prey.

You try to make some unprompted turns and twists in a fruitless attempt to lose sight of that creature, but even as you lose sight of it, you can still hear its heavy steps not far behind. Your hopes were dashed even further once the tip of your shoe caught the lip of a pothole, tripping you, so you went skidding onto the pavement, tearing the fabric of your jeans just a little on your knees.

You only lay there and hissed at the sharp new pain, and your blood pressure pounded in your ears almost as loudly as the padding of the monster's feet as it drew nearer and nearer. It finally rounded the corner of the alley more slowly, almost as if to play with your fear all the more before finally leaping upon you. In this short moment before the tears could cloud your vision, its full form came into greater detail. Claws clacking on the cracked, stony pavement of the alleyway.

Thick fur coated its whole body, darkening it aside from a dangling pair of metal dog tags and torn denim jeans barely holding together around its solid legs. It leapt over you to land at your feet before planting his solid clawed hands on either side of your head.

Its muzzle is short, its skin is oddly gray, and although the hair is thick, the hard muscles of his arms and torso are felt immediately as it pins you down with its weight alone. Long, sharp nails tear into your shirt and jeans, but be more careful of your skin and only scratch the surface instead of digging into your flesh.

You scream into the night, your voice bouncing off broken brick and rusted metal with no one to hear it. All as you're rendered completely vulnerable to a creature that surpasses imaginable horror after your clothes are torn into strips of fabric.

An inhuman voice seemed to rumble from somewhere deep in his chest, almost like the animal was calling to you while it hovered above. Then its neck and joints started to crack and twitch, with ribs breaking in on themselves and muscles contracting as the mounds of hair shrank back along its skin. The sounds of pain that rang from its open maw nearly drowned out once-echoed screams as the beast mutated while it still caged you under its disgustingly shifting body.

It does give you mere seconds to try and wiggle away. You try to kick at the pavement with your feet with very little success, as his muzzle seems to shrink back into itself. Its face is leaning in as the pointed ears pull back into its head and a more human face comes into view.

It’s clearer to see that his hair is shaggy and hangs by his neck, and with minimal facial hair compared to the beast you had once been looking at. His chest was now bare, save for a little peppering of normal chest hair running from the top of his chest to a thin line at his navel.

Nothing covered him besides a worn-out and torn-up old pair of jeans that had already started to fall from his waist to showcase the deep V of muscle near his groin.

Once the rest of his beastly form melted from his body, he stared directly at you, and you froze.

The fight is drained from your body as the blue of his eyes swims around yours. It leaves your head dizzy and your body stiff and unmoving, as his still-rough treatment carried an odd gentleness to it. Like he knew he would cut right into your skin but didn’t want to.

"You know I saw you, all alone in there." This time the words were coming right from his lips, not deeply distorted from some faraway place, and they bore an eerie resemblance to the hushed voice that spoke to you in the theater.

The monster that lumbered around in that movie was no more than a sheepdog compared to what this man had been. You regretted coming out to see that movie, more so now than ever.

"You seemed so delicate, so..so shy." Something hard pressed against your tightly shut legs, almost thick enough to pry them apart. The realization of what had been pressing against you and had slipped out of his jeans to part his legs for him.

He was sizing his cock against your bare core as his hard arms crowded your head and his teeth dragged along your shoulder.

"We don’t have to be alone anymore." He gritted his teeth as he forced his cock through your tight channel. A very unexpected turn of events sent a strange shock along your spine. You try to move against him, barely succeeding in moving your arms or thrashing your head. Each time you tried, that cold stare would pierce through you like sharp ice, making the blood in your veins freeze up as you were torn around his thick, invasive member.

You nearly bite your tongue as tears come right through until the tip of his cock is forced against the deepest part of you, and you can only turn your head to cry into the pavement.

"I wanna make a monster out of you. Then we can be like that together."

His dirty nails dig into the skin of your neck as he twists your face away from the asphalt as he presses his tight abs against your belly, bumping his cock against that deep, deep part of your cunt again.

The pain was twisting into something horrible inside of you. Like a hot bolt of energy burning in your lower belly, making the rest of your body feel so terribly cold that your fingers were almost numb.

He has you keening, howling, wailing, and screaming louder than you ever had before. You’re torn to pieces as he ties you back together on his cock in a big, tight knot.

He laps at your trembling and whimpering lips before applying pressure to your jaw to pop your mouth open and sliding his thick tongue along yours.

"You’ll be my fucking monster," is growled into your ear as the blood starts to rush to your head while he pumps himself inside of you.

His teeth, several of which were still sharp, pressed harder into the flesh of your neck and shoulder, making you keen and wail against his skin as it suffocated you.

You didn’t feel him tearing into your body; you didn’t feel the hot blood streaming from your throat. All you felt was the snapping of a tight knot that had formed in your core. It tore to shreds, exploding into your veins as he forced a thicker, harder, swollen part of himself into you. It locked you to him as you gushed around his solid member, and he seemed to fill you so full that your stomach swelled a small fraction.

The world around him blurs as his warm hand comes up to cup your face, all before the blackness at the edge of your vision caves in around you, taking with it your consciousness.

Your dreams were empty; hours would go by and your mind would be blank, and you would be almost dead to the world.

The sunlight cutting through the dirty glass of your windshield was what woke you. It took a moment to take hold and shake you from your sleep as it assaulted your eyes. You tried to turn your head only to be shocked by a painful, deep burning in the side of your neck, accompanied by a heavy ache in all of your limbs. You tried to roll yourself out of this uncomfortable sleeping situation with a labored groan as you finally graced the afternoon sun.

You don’t remember having found your car or getting into it to sleep in the backseat. You don’t pay any mind to it, and you don’t pay any kind of attention to a lot of things. Namely, the terrible state of your clothing that was torn so badly that you were practically half naked, nor the massive scabbing gas on the side of your neck and shoulder that bore a horrible resemblance to teeth marks.

You pressed your elbow onto the side of the driver's seat with your other hand digging its nails into the side of the front passenger's seat, all just to drag your heavy, aching body from the back of the car. Somehow your keys were just sitting in your lap, totally unnoticed, and had clunked to the floor as you pulled yourself up.

Your head nearly hit the center console as you let go of the passenger seat to reach those damn keys.

Once they were finally in your grasp, you pulled yourself back up to crawl over the console and into the driver's seat.

You had to catch your breath as the pain in your body vibrated along all of your bones to ache at your joints. You slowly brought the key up to the lock, fumbling a little before getting it in the ignition. You turn the key and let the engine roar to life, finally giving you a new lifeline to get home.

You drove off dazed, weak, and uncomfortable. You were just barely able to drive at all, but you weren’t staying in that parking lot any longer than you had to. Home was the only place you cared to be, injury or no injury. Yet, in the very pit of your stomach, something stirred. It grew more and more during the entire ride home. You nearly ran the car into the garage door, as it was all you could focus on.

You are so fucking hungry!

You feel it from your stomach all the way up your throat. You ran from the car as soon as the engine was off, not paying any mind to how your neighbors would react to your current physical appearance. The car door is left open, and the front door is still ajar after you broke through it when the key didn’t quite go into the lock. But, somehow you got the little piece of metal to align to gain entry to your own home before bolting inside and running directly towards the fridge.

The fridge door is yanked open, and you're digging through everything you can find to bring it to your nose for a quick scent before tossing it.

You’d tossed away tubs of yogurt, lunch meat, and juices behind you, as none suited your new bizarre taste. Nothing seemed to meet your craving until you grabbed a pack of steaks from the middle rung of the fridge. You’d left it in the fridge to thaw for dinner the following day, but as you brought it towards you and took in its red, bloody smell, it was all your senses could respond to.

You tore open the packet and tore right into the meat with your teeth, reveling in the taste of the raw steak and the feel of it on your tongue.

You don’t think anything of this; your mind is just switched off to everything at this point. You don’t even hear the subtle knock of your car door being closed or the louder click of your front door following suit.

The once menacing footsteps that echoed down the street to your demise now went unheard as they padded through your home to find you tearing through your food on the kitchen floor.

This took heavy inspiration from the werewolf transformation scene in Underworld as well as one of the first episodes of Santa Clarita diet.

[twinkletoeskc]

Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch. 1

Summary: 3 O/Cs meet accidentally one night at the beginning of term, little do they know secrets of a certain prankster group become unveiled. What feelings will be provoked? What plots will unravel? All will be revealed in due time.

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, multiple relationships, different POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin X O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: umm some violence?? Eventual smut tho not yet

A/N: Hi so I’m actually not the author but my friend gave me permission to post on her behalf. Any positive feedback is welcome and let us know if you would like to see more. Also we don’t have a name for it yet either so any ideas with that would also be appreciated. xo

O/C character moodboard:

(Unknown Title) Ch.1

It is uncharacteristically hot on the first of September, and the students start to lose their clothes as they stand around the massive fire burning on the campus green. Kal stands on the outcrop of her friends, watching them all get drunk and couple up to kick off the new term. She watches as a Hufflepuff walks off with another 6-year into the forest, their giggling swallowed by the roar of the fire and the gaggle of excited students.

She yawns, her shirt sticking to her skin from the humidity. One of her friends offers her the dregs of his alcohol, but she declines. He slinks off nonchalantly, and she takes a seat on the hill, surveying the fanfare from above while nestled in the soft grass. A soft breeze brushes her hair off her sweaty neck, and she follows its path, laying back on the grass and looking at the clear sky above.

The sky is vacant of stars, the full moon illuminating the sky and outshining the other heavenly bodies. She closes her eyes against the glow of the moon, its shine remaining even behind her eyelids.

She just gets comfortable when she hears a howl from the forest.

Her eyes open immediately, and she sits up, turning her head in the direction of the dark forest. She looks back at the group of students partying on the green, but none of them seem to have heard what she did. She stands slowly, eyes focused on the line of forest a few hundred yards from her. She pulls out her wand when she hears another howl, the grass crunching beneath her feet as she slowly makes a path to the wood.

She pauses at the tree line, her toes a brush away from the perimeter of the forest. She takes a slow breath. It feels colder here, so close to something forbidden. She takes another step.

The trees behind her almost entirely swallow the light of the bonfire, but she is unafraid. She ventures into the forest boldly, her wand at the ready. She hears the ghost of cries from the other creatures in the forest, and they raise goosebumps on her arms, but they are nothing like what she heard sitting on the green.

She pauses, hearing a rustling in the forest behind her. She turns around frantically.

“Lumos,” she whispers.

Her wand provides scant light in the overpowering darkness of the forest, and she can hardly see what is in front of her.

“Who’s there?” She asks, her voice swallowed by the trees. A branch snaps to her left, and she turns in that direction, her wand on the defensive.

“Fuck off with the sneaky shit.” She swears, her eyes focused on a silhouette shadowed between two trees. Her eyes narrow, and she takes a step forward, raising the light of her wand to see…

A flash of blue streaks past her face, and she swears, stumbling back.

“Did you just try to curse me?” She exclaims, her eyes wide in disbelief. The other girl remains grudgingly silent, stepping out from the canopy of the trees into the wand light. Her wand is also raised, pointed at Kal’s chest.

“What are you doing out here?” Kal asks, taking a step toward her aggressor.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she says, her wand hand steady and trained on Kal, “I saw you sneak off from the party.”

Kal raises her eyebrows, a small smile playing on her shadowed features. “So, you followed me? I’m flattered.”

The other girl scowls, “Don’t inflate your ego. I only came to see what kind of shit you get into in the forest at night like this. Merlin knows what filth you might conspire with.”

Kal snorts, “Those are mighty words. I thought your family respected the House of Black.”

“Not blood traitors like you,” the other girl sneers.

Kal frowns, “Who says I’m a blood traitor?” She asks. The girl nods to the Gryffindor emblem on Kal’s shirt, “Look where you were sorted. All the great Blacks have been in Slytherin. The only ones who aren’t are you and your shithead little traitor of a cousin—”

The girl is interrupted as a jinx flies narrowly past her face and into the space between the trees beyond. She gasps, her confidence thrown as Kal opens her mouth to spit out another curse. She, however, pauses as a squeal echoes through the night.

Both girls stop, their bravado dampened as the squeal reverberates through the trees. They exchange glances before the two of them slowly make their way through the wood to where the noise came from.

Kal raises her wand to provide light, and nearly screams when the Hufflepuff girl she saw sneaking off from earlier suddenly emerges from a crop of trees. She is out of breath and flustered, her lipstick smudged on her face and her hair a mess. Kal frowns, “Have you… been snogging in the forbidden forest?” She asks, incredulity leaking into her voice.

The Hufflepuff looks at her assuredly, “Obviously. Which one of you whores jinxed my date?”

The two girls exchange wavering glances before another howl cracks the silence of the night.

“Shit!” The Hufflepuff exclaims, and the two girls shush her fervently.

“What in the bloody hell was that?” The Hufflepuff exclaims.

“I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Kal explains.

“And it’s why you shouldn’t be in the fucking forest anyway,” the other girl continues, chastising the Hufflepuff.

Another howl reverberates through the air, and this time it sounds closer. The girls slowly inch closer to each other, back-to-back to see around them at all angles.

They hear movement in the darkness ahead of them, and another howl echoes above. Kal swallows a scream as a creature runs through the darkness, the pads of its paws slamming against the hard earth. The Hufflepuff covers her eyes as the creature runs upon the girls missing as it transforms mid-stride from animal to man.

Kal gawks at the disheveled figure, “Sirius?”

Sirius’s eyes are wide with frustration, “Kalliope?” He growls, running a hand through his dark hair. The Hufflepuff girl peaks through her fingers, “Do you two… know each other?” She asks.

“She’s my cousin.” Sirius says, nodding to Kal. Kal flinches at their family link spoken so openly, scowling into the dark.

The Slytherin girl eyes Sirius warily, her brain visibly working behind her eyes. Sirius meets her gaze, shuffling uncomfortably on his feet.

“The fuck are you three doing out here?” Sirius asks urgently, “Do you know what tonight is?”

The Hufflepuff blinks, “It’s… the start of term.” A howl rings close to them, and the Hufflepuff cries out, clutching onto the Slytherin girl. The other girl grimaces but lets her hold onto her arm as she readies her wand with the other hand.

Sirius is visibly nervous, looking around the group warily. “No, you fumbling idiots, it’s a full moon!”

The Slytherin’s eyes widen, “Wait…” She mumbles.

A near growl vibrates the dirt beneath their feet. “Shit…” Sirius whispers, his body tensing defensively. Kal’s eyes widen, following Sirius’s gaze into the forest.

“Is there a werewolf in the forest?” The Slytherin asks, looking at Sirius. He ignores her as the growling draws closer, “Merlin, please…” He prays silently. The Hufflepuff stiffens, her fingers digging painfully into the arm of the Slytherin girl. Branches creak near them, and Sirius growls, “Remus!” he calls out. Kal’s jaw drops, “Remus?” She asks, and the Slytherin girl continues, “Lupin’s a werewolf?”

“I knew it!” The Hufflepuff whispers in the midst of her terror just as something charges out of the darkness.

The groups scatters, and the werewolf pounces. He lands on the Slytherin girl, his weight swallowing her scream.

“Remus, no!” Sirius yells, shifting into a shaggy black dog. The werewolf raises a paw, slicing across the Slytherin’s face. Sirius pounces on Remus, their bodies crashing together. Snarls and growls fill the night as the two boys roll around on the grass, biting and scratching at each other.

Tears mingle with the blood dripping drown the Slytherin girl’s face as she frantically shuffles backward on the grass.

“Come on!” Kal says, lifting the girl off the ground. She grabs the Hufflepuff girl’s arm, running away from the scene before them. They run blindly into the forest not knowing which way it out. The Hufflepuff screams again as a figure cuts across their path.

James Potter looks at them frenziedly, stopping them in their tracks. “What the hell are you three doing? Do you know—”

“Do you know what tonight is?” Kal mocks him, “Yes we are well aware that it’s a full moon, thank you.” They can still hear the boys fighting in the distance, their roars of rage slowly making their way closer to the group.

“Damnit,” James whispers, stepping forward and grabbing Kal’s hand. She jerks back, but his grip tightens. His blue eyes meet hers with intensity, “You better bloody well hold on if you want to get out of here.” He says. She opens her mouth to respond, but he begins running. She’s tugged along in tow, her hand in his. The other girls follow desperately, their footsteps loudly crunching through the dead earth under their feet.

The Hufflepuff nearly sobs when they reach the edge of the forest, the bonfire once again in their sights. They can still hear the wolf and the animagus behind them, seemingly drawing closer with each beat of their feet.

James gives Kal a final push through the edge of the forest, “I though the Blacks were meant to be smarter than this.” He snaps, turning to address the situation within the forest.

“Fuck you, Potter!” Kal yells into the darkness. The Slytherin wobbles on her feet, blood smearing on her shirt. The Hufflepuff desperately attempts to alleviate the situation, trying to keep the Slytherin upright.

Kal turns to the other girls, sighing dejectedly. “Happy beginning of term…” She mumbles to herself.

“Well, well, well…”

Someone limps slowly over the crest of the hill; she can hear the greasy smile in his voice.

“What do we have here?” Filch asks, holding up his lantern with a wide grin.

The Slytherin collapses.

The Hufflepuff starts crying.

Kal buries her head in her hands, “Damnit…”

[familylightfox]

@reflections-of-mobius asked:

"Game night, game night, game night!" Node chanted under their breath as they set everything up. They'd teleported in their favorite games from across the multiverse- all card games, of course- and they'd made sure their phone was fully charged so they could play some LoFi in the background throughout. The snacks had been set, the drinks laid out with care- it looked more like something out of a commercial about games than an actual game night. Their tail wagged back and forth, eyes twinkling as they rapidly clapped their hands together- as quietly and as gently as they could, but they were still jazzed. Bless had gone out with Volt and Harmony to get a few extra supplies (and maybe another game or two), leaving Node to do their favorite thing- setup. Of course, Harmony's friends had been invited, so Node may have gone...overboard- on the treats. "Should I light a candle?...maybe I should-- which one...!" They scratched their head. Not everyone could make it- what with Buddy's exams and whatnot, but they were still looking forward to it. A nice night of games and fun, drinks and messing around (and possibly cursing out dice and card alike). "--'ll be honest, I've been looking for a chance to try out the chess board I carved...any takers?" Bless' voice, initially muffled by the door, grew to normal as he pushed it open- and then propped it open with a foot for the others. "Doesn't have to be right away, buuuuut I would like to try it some time tonight."

With it being the weekend, Node wouldn't have to worry too much about all of Harmony's friends being unable to attend. Buddy had finished his last exam on Friday and was more than a little excited to be able to hang out with everyone.

But that might have been why the teen had arrived while Harmony was out with her dads. Tangle and Whisper had already made themselves comfortable in the lobby to stay out of the way of Node's prep, but they were just as excited.

"My mom wants me home sunday night for dinner since I have one more week of school before graduation." It couldn't have been all that surprising the boy was completing school as early as he was, but he set down the card game he had brought. "Maybe if we have time. We can play Munchkin?"

"Mx Node." This was the only time Node spoke up. "If you're gonna light a candle, make sure it's not a heavy scent. Harmony gets headaches otherwise."

Leave it to the teens to look out for one another, but the approaching footsteps had gotten Buddy's ears to flick and he ducked behind the opening door as the three returned. Harmony's bright smile came with a giggle.

"Buddy's really good at chess pa. Ya should challen..." Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room and didn't see the bright red fur waiting with everyone else. For a moment, her smile faltered before she felt the tap on her shoulder. Turning one way to find it empty, Volt had only just managed to move out of the way as she turned the other and spotted the canine with a wide grin.

"Ya made it!" Down went both teens as Harmony pounced him for a hug. The way her tail wagged said it all and Volt snickered as he set down the bag of snacks.

"She's been poutin' all week."

"I have not!" Harmony's retort was muffled by her face being buried in Buddy's chest. Yet the bright pink across her muzzle said it all. Once she let him up, a look was given to the rest of the group before Tangle spoke up.

"Well? What are we waiting for? I'm ready to kick all your butts in rummy!"

[ursawastricked]

Little Distractions: Something off

This is the first of many one-shots within the same universe of my fic Distracting, I hope you enjoy, and my inbox is always open for ideas for more little distrations warnings: Nothin much, just silly pranksters being goofy (Sexual tension) word count: 697

You two had been acting strange all morning. He had noticed right away, when you and Jayce were at the lab before him, seeimingly you had been there far before Viktor, and that was not normal. He had been further suspicious now that you and Jayce were avoiding his gaze. Everytime he turned, feeling eyes on him, you would snap your gaze away, jayce would walk away, whistling to himself a fake song..yes Viktor had caught on. You strolled up toward Viktor, hands folded behind your back, and he had only noticed when you took your usual place on his desk, placing down a muffin infront of him, on his notebook. “A little rude..getting crumbs on my notes” He muttered, glancing away from his notes to look at your face. You smiled lightly, tapping the paper with your finger, “You havent eaten all day. Eat the muffin Vik,” You command, your eyes flickering with mischief, a challenge he had no knowlage of. He leaned closer, squinting his eyes at you in hope you would break. But your expression remained, no sign of giving up. “And if I don’t?” he could win this, he could avoid your little plan with a simple side step right? Whatever you did with that muffin, he could avoid it. This was Viktor we were talking about, the genius inventor who clawed his way to piltover, who studied his way to assistant to the head of the council, who was making the tech that was the future of runeterra..he wasn’t going to be tricked.  You smirk..maybe he wasn’t so smart. This had not become an easy game, you were smirking and he could already feel his cheeks stinging, he leaned away, looking at the muffin and then you, then the muffin, “Eat the muffin..” You say again, he shakes his head slowly, maybe if he didnt look at you, he could still win this. You humm lightly, turning your body to stand infront of him. He looked at you, equal parts confused, and flustered by how you were looking at him..the heat in his face only got worse as you climbed into his lap. He sputtered out your name, as your weight settled in his lap and he shakily gripped the arms of his chair. You got comfortable, your thighs on either side of his thighs and your chest at eye level with him..this was ridiculous. His face was burning at this point, he tried with every cell in his body to not look at your swelling chest. You pick a piece of the muffin off the top, he hadnt even noticed that you swipped it off his desk. As you lean forward, you place the crumby piece of pastry to his lips, he freezes, staring at you for a brief moment before opening his mouth slowly,, allowing you to push the muffin into his mouth and for a brief moment, you fingertip touched his tongue. His eyes go soft, dazed at the idea that this is happening now, that your so close..his hand loosinign its grip on the chair as he considers holding your hip as it was settled so blissfully against his..then it hit him. He had expected a dull sweet taste, but what hit him was salty..so salty, so salty infact it stung his eyes. “What is this?” he hollered, spitting up the piece of muffin and putin ghis tongue out as the attreocious assault of salt in his mouth. He sputtered, as you began to howl with laugherm, Jayce quickly following in your final break. He grumbled, embaressment replacing what used to be an increasing desire to touch you. He rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back against his chair to stare at the ceiling.. “Is that my wrench?” he asked, now seeing that most of his tools were infact..hanging from the cieling. All of them.. Your laughter only intensified, your head throwing back and sending you falling to the floor, but lucky for you, you were caught by the desk. Viktor sighed deeply..yes, something had been off today..but perhaps it wasnt all bad. 

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[phoenix761fics]

Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

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[tttewolves]

Our Protagonist For TTTE’s AU ‘The Girl and The Wolves’!💖🐺

This is Faylen! And she’s the girl that was adopted by the wolves since she was a baby!

She was drawn by Shopi Star from Twitter, and I would like to thank them for drawing her!

Here’s some facts about her!

She usually hangs out with either her adoptive dads, Edward and Henry, or her adoptive brothers, Thomas, James, and Percy.

She loves diving into the waterfall and finds it fun.

She has fear of scorpions after Gordon put on her while she was napping as revenge for her pranking him with a spider.

She enjoys stargazing and hear stories about legendary wolves in the past.

Although she’s usually obedient, she can be cheeky and rebellious, but only for what she believes is right.

She’s a prankster, and sometimes teams up with Bill and Ben.

She made her ‘claw’ by carving a piece of wood into a boomerang shape, and uses it to hunt with her family.

She didn’t start hunting with her wolf family until she was 15.

She has a wicked scar on her leg due to being attack by a bull at age 16 while hunting, and she got an infection, but was treated successfully and now has a scar.

She sometimes likes to howl to tease some wolves to make them howl uncontrollably.

She can sing very well.

However, she can be very stubborn and reckless, but does mature as time passed.

BONUS FACT: In my headcanon, she’s voiced by Camilla Luddington!

I shall send more facts about her next time, and if you got any questions about Faylen, please ask.💖💖💖

[ginevraweasley-potter]

It has been years since I have engaged in the Marauders fandom. I’m trying to get back more into the “classic” Marauder fanfics such as All The Young Dudes and The Life and Times but they all missed a certain element of “something” for me this go around. Anyways, I’ll try and read through them again to see if I’m being unfair. I do like their premises.

But none has captivated my imagination and interest as CH Darling’s series The Last Enemy (TLE). It’s currently ongoing but I admire the nuanced take on Lily, how she’s not portrayed as this wholly perfect character. She’s got flaws. She’s got ambition. She’s so well written that I am so in love with her. No one’s Lily Evans has captivated me as much as CH Darling’s Lily.

Additionally, the fact that CH Darling started the narrative on the 5th year, meant that the story didn’t shy away from the arrogant toe-rag James Potter and I believe that CH Darling brought justice to Severus Snape’s character. Genuinely, I hate Snape but the multiple perspectives of TLE story - which does include Snape - has provided me with a far better understanding of his character than any internet annotation or analysis has done.

The characterization and growth of both James Potter and Sirius Black was handled well and not unrealistically. They were described as brilliant students and chronic pranksters, which CH Darling highlights and integrates into this series (something that I find is greatly missed by a lot of the earlier fanfics that depicts them as pranksters solely and not academically inclined which I disagree with). I love it! James still holds his prejudices towards Snape and Sirius toes that line between what he has been taught and what he has learned.

Remus and Peter are also given their own spotlight. I love how CH Darling explored the ramifications of Sirius’s betrayal and that it’s not just an “I’m sorry” and it is all better. I suspect that, if the author continues this series until the inevitably tragic ending, they will utilize that event as an important inflection point. I do hope they go on to write till that point because I want my heart to be thoroughly crushed. Peter’s character exploration borders on uncomfortable and resigned pity because dramatic irony understands where his character will go on to be and so you try to read between the lines of his perspective, waiting for that inevitable shift of his character.

What I believe really sets this series apart is the way CH Darling portrays the geopolitical climate of the Wizarding World as Voldemort comes into power. It’s all too familiar with our current state. The author makes the story relatable beyond the romantic themes and intrapersonal relationship dynamics.

I do have my fair share of criticism but for now, I must recommend this series because (while a WIP) it is sure to become one of the Marauder “classics.”

You can follow the author @chdarling and @chdarling-tle

The Last Enemy: The Howling Nights by CH Darling (complete)

It’s 1975 and war is simmering beneath the surface of the Wizarding world...but at Hogwarts, it’s magic as usual as the fifth years prepare for their O.W.L.s amidst politics, pranks, and other poor choices.

Severus Snape wants to prove his worth.

Lily Evans wants a fresh start.

James Potter wants Lily Evans, though no one is more surprised by this than him.

Sirius Black wants to write himself a new story.

Remus Lupin wants to survive the next moon.

Peter Pettigrew just wants to keep up.

But as tensions bubble over, sides will be chosen, friendships destroyed, families parted, and paths forever altered.

The Last Enemy: Dark Marks by CH Darling (on going)

It’s 1976 and the events of the past term at Hogwarts have left their mark on all involved. But it’s a new school year now, with new teachers, new rules, and new regrets. Yet as the war clamoring outside the castle walls grows ever louder, the students inside will learn that some marks are impossible to wash away.

[bi-leth-eisner]

some misc thoughts about the 3h cast if they were pokémon:

Edelgard is definitely a Fire/Steel type, maybe her Hegemon form is Dark/Steel (i was considering Dragon but that would be beyond ironic)

Hubert is a Dark type and has Nasty Plot as a level 1 move

Bernie is Timid but also a physical attacker

Dimitri has Intimidate. it fits so well for him i think

Dedue has Iron Defence as a level 1 move

Mercedes gets access to every single ally healing move ever

Annette comes with Howl for the +1 attack boost to teammates like how her personal skill is a Rally Strength

Felix's ability is definitely Sharpness and he has Swords Dance as a level 1 move

Claude has Prankster

uhh. Dragon/Fighting Rhea