Fics by haztobegood for @1dtrickortreatfest
🎃 Through the Static
(2019, T, ghosts)
Louis pranked the crew before a concert after he found a two-way radio in his dressing room. But messing with the radio had an unintended consequence.
🎃 Moon In Her Eyes
(2020, G, werewolves)
Niall had been looking forward to Halloween with his friends for weeks. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed that his night out was ruined by the anxiety of being spotted.
🎃 Best Couples Costume
(2020, T, pandemic fluff/crack)
“It’s a shame. Halloween is even on Saturday this year,” Liam said.
“This was going to be our year! We would’ve won this time.” Harry pouted.
“You wish.” Niall teased. “You two haven’t won the best couples costume award yet.”
🎃 Room with a View
(2021, G, ghosts)
Harry draws back the blackout curtains. The view out the second story window is less than stellar. He frowns. “I think I’d rather have a view of the parking lot.”
“What’s wrong?” Louis walks up behind him, wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist as he looks out. “Oh.”
The cheap hotel they’d gotten such a great deal on happens to look out not over the nearby lake or trees, or even another parking lot. It has a panoramic view of a cemetery.
🎃 The Rescue
(2022, NR, horror)
Louis likes to do one last round through the kennels to check that everyone has enough food and no one has tipped over their water bowls before he leaves.
It takes him a second to notice the last pen is slightly ajar. Louis frowns; that’s definitely not how he’d left it after checking on their newest rescue.
🎃 Ghosted
(2023, NR, ghosts)
Harry had dragged his feet when his mate Liam invited him for drinks at Horan’s Pub. He’d wanted to spend his Friday night under fuzzy blankets with a good book and hot cocoa. Besides, he’d protested, they already planned to go out the following week for Halloween. While initially reluctant, Harry’s glad he came. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have met Louis.
🎃 The Kiss of Sleep
(2024, NR, horror)
Louis shook his head. “I’m proper knackered.” Too many nights on the road with the noise of the tyres rolling beneath them kicked Louis’ insomnia into high gear. He’d only been able to nip off for naps between soundcheck and their shows so he’d have enough energy to perform properly. But just barely. Now, with two days off and a plush king size bed calling his name for the first time in weeks, Louis needed to catch up on sleep.
🎃 transformation
(2025, NR, were-creature)
It started last October, when the veil was thin, and the pain became too much. Harry searched for a cure for grief, unaware of what was to come.
