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Midsummer Night Dreams | Now Available 

Somewhere far away, the recalcitrant guardian of a magical bridge meets a wandering fool; a man with barely a name (and even less of a past) searches the world for meaning; a heartbroken princess with a girl gang of huntresses takes on matters of retribution; a talentless poet courts a disinterested gardener; a downtrodden orphan finds herself torn between equally bloodthirsty loves.

 In this second anthology of fairytales for the modern era, Olivie Blake (Fairytales of the Macabre and Masters of Death) brings you further tales of romance, each one a wistful meandering into whimsical comedy, incurable longing, and as always, the impractical persuasions of love. 

Hello, everyone! We are pleased to announce the reveals for the 2018 Horror Fest. A HUGE thank you to everyone who participated this year, from the very beginning with prompters who left amazing inspiration for the creators, to the writers and artists, to our lovely readers and commenters. This has been so much fun for us mods and we have been blown away by the talent and creativity this fest has yielded. 

If you would like to see some fun stats on this year’s fest, otherwise known as The DMLE Case Files, we will be posting those in a couple of days time.

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@writcraft & @heyitsamorette

HP Horror Fest 2018 has now finished posting. Thank you so much to everyone who participated. We will be posting a full anonymous masterlist tomorrow and reveals will take place in a week. It’s never too late to let creators know you enjoyed their work so please do take the anon period to catch up if you’re still reading! Thank you to everyone who has been reading, reccing, commenting and reblogging. 

The AO3 collection can be found HERE. We will be back tomorrow with a masterlist.

Posting for HP Horror Fest starts on Monday 30 April and will run for two weeks. We are so excited to share the works with you. We have a wide variety of characters and ships represented, some really spine-chilling stuff and enough entries to post a couple of pieces most days and at least one piece every day for the duration of the fest. We are so excited for the fest and hope you will enjoy the entries as much as we have.

Please do share this post and help us promote the fest. If you follow the @hphorrorfest tumblr you will get all of the updates as the stories go live.

See you on Monday! 

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Chapter 7: Cast Me Away [ AO3 ] | [ ff.net ]

“I know what this is,” Harry confessed. “I know it, I’ve always known it.” Silence. “I can’t go backwards, Theo. I can’t unbelieve in magic. I can’t unmeet you. I can’t go back to a life where I don’t know what it feels like to hold Excalibur in my hands, just like I can’t unknow what you taste like, what you feel like—”

Masters of Death | Now Available

This book is about a real estate agent—only the real estate agent is a vampire, and the house she has to sell is haunted, and the ghost haunting the house has been murdered, and he has no idea how he died. This book is also about a medium, and though this particular medium is definitely a shameless fraud, he isn’t entirely without his uses—seeing as he’s actually the godson of Death.

When Viola Marek seeks out Fox D’Mora to help her with her ghost-infested mansion, he becomes inextricably involved in a quest that neither he nor Vi expects (or wants). But with the help of an unruly poltergeist, a demonic personal trainer, a sharp-voiced angel, a love-stricken reaper, and a few high-functioning creatures, Vi and Fox soon discover the difference between a mysterious lost love and an annoying dead body isn’t nearly as distinct as they thought.

Now Available: The Olivie Halloween Thing

In Fairytales of the Macabre, Olivie Blake brings you four stories of romantic noir, each one an improbable foray into dark comedy, seductive horror, and above all, the inescapable temptation of love. Featuring illustrations by @littlechmura and photography by @aurorarsinistra.

Find Part One Here!

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au

Harry drifted close to the walls as he walked through the dark castle hallways heading for the Great Hall where Draco’s dot on the map had been last. Inside, the sconces along the walls were unlit but the candles still hovered over the long student tables. The flickering flames added new stars to the enchanted sky above which was clear and bright with a billion pinpricks of light.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the head teachers table, swinging his legs back and forth idly as he craned his neck back to look up at the false sky. The moon shone through the windows behind him, crowning him with a silver halo of light.

Harry leaned against the door frame, taking a deep breath to brace himself. The thing was, he had always rather noticed Draco, his hair and his voice and the way he gestured. Harry had noticed him a great deal more than anyone else and he didn’t even really realize he was doing it unless someone pointed it out. He just found his eyes drawn to the flash of white-blond hair and turned when he heard his voice. Harry wondered if maybe everything had been leading up to this in some sort of roundabout way and if it had, and what Ron said was true, then Draco must have felt it too, a bit at least.

Harry took the silencing spell off his shoes and pulled his cloak off.

Draco jumped slightly when Harry crossed the floor and then glared. He waited until Harry was closer so he could keep his voice down to a hiss, “Are you stalking me, Potter?”

Harry stopped at the bottom of the risers leading up the head table, looking up at Draco. Before he could answer, Draco threw in another barb.

“I should say, stalking me again. You never do know when to leave well enough alone. Always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, trying to make things right,” Draco sneered.

Harry hesitated and then nodded, “Yeah.”

Draco twitched backwards, looking more surprised than when Harry had first startled him.

Harry took a deep breath, “Yeah to all of it. And I’m afraid am really stubborn as well.”

Draco stared at him.

Harry smiled hopefully.

After a drawn out bit of silence, Draco said, “You’re a nutter.”

“Maybe so,” Harry said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “So I was thinking, I could start sharing time.”

“Sharing time?” Draco asked after a pause, still looking at Harry as if he had gone rabid.

“Well, that’s what you called it.” Harry said, slightly defensively, “Just ask me something.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “What sort of something?”

“Anything you want?” Harry said trying not to roll his eyes.

Draco’s eyes narrowed further and he looked Harry over and then around the room, as if expecting a trap. Once satisfied, he asked, “What happened in the forest?”

Harry groaned. Of all the things he had to ask, it would be that.

“I knew you were full of shit,” Draco said quietly, his voice lacking its normal venom.

“That’s not it,” Harry said, pushing his hand through his hair, “Only three people know what really happened, your mum, Ron and Hermione and the last thing I want is it getting out-” he waved a hand at the world in general, “-there. It’s bad enough as it is with the press and papers and this stupid kiss thing.”

“Aww,” Draco said with a melodramatic pout, “Poor Potty, doesn’t want all the world to love and adore him, bowing, grovelling, kissing his feet?”

Harry frowned at him, “You’ve got to know I hate it. If you know me at all, you’ve got to know I hate it.” He sat on the risers, his back to Draco, scrubbing his hands over his face, “I was cornered by a group of second years today. Twelve years old. I swear to Merlin they only went up to my waist.”

Behind him, Draco choked a laugh down into a snigger.

“Very funny,” Harry muttered.

Draco jumped off the table and reluctantly sat on the steps near Harry, “I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened in the forest.”

Harry glanced over at him sidelong.

“I won’t!” Draco said petulantly.

Harry draped his hands over his knees and stared at them fixedly, “I died.” He took a shaky breath and quickly added on before Draco could ruin the moment, “I went into the forest and Voldemort killed me with an avada kedavra.”

“You don’t look very dead,” Draco said.

“I came back,” Harry smiled faintly, “Decided it wasn’t for me.”

Draco grinned for a split second before wiping the expression from his face, “Very funny, Potter, but that doesn’t make any sense. People don’t just come back from the killing curse.”

“Well, there were a lot of factors involved,” Harry said, thinking of the deathly hallows and being a horcrux but it was too soon to share that just yet. “Dumbledore always said love was the strongest magic there is. I was going to die to protect them, everyone in the school.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” Draco said.

Harry shrugged, “Ask your mum then. She was there, she saw me get hit by the curse. Voldemort asked her to check I was dead and she lied to him, so she could find you.” He shivered and squeezed his hands together, “How about we talk about anything else now. How are you doing on the potions assignment?”

Draco studied him, his shoulders relaxing, “I finished it yesterday.”

Harry grimaced, “Any pointers?”

“What do you have so far?”

Harry’s grimace deepened, “I haven’t started it yet?”

Draco closed his eyes like he was in pain, “It’s due in two days, Potter.”

Harry shrugged guiltily, “I finished the Defense paper.”

“We still have a week for that!” Draco said in dismay.

“It was more interesting!” Harry said defensively.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Fine. Meet me in the library tomorrow after classes and I shall assist you, out of pity, of course.”

Harry grinned, “I’ll see you there.”

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10 ~ Part 11~ Part 12 (you are here!) ~ Part 13 (Coming soon!) ~

Another @quillsandparchment competition has come to an end and so I’m able to post my story to the world.

I hope you enjoy it.

Young Remus Lupin enjoys his mother’s tales of fairies and wolves and trolls. Little does he know he’s about to become one. [Werewolf!Lupin Origin Story]

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“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!*”

Candlelight filters onto the text, soft fingers of gold highlighting the words as she reads them. One look at Remus’ excitement pushes her to continue.

“All the better to see with, my child.*” He gasps as her index finger reaches slowly to flip the page. “Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!*”

“Oh no!” cries Remus, huddling down into his blankets.

Hope laughs softly, her arm wrapped around his shoulder to hold the book in front of them. “All the better to eat you up with.*” She pauses here, letting it sink in. “And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.*”

He squeals, turning away, but she tosses the worn book to the end of the bed and digs her fingers into his sides, tickling him until he’s laughing breathlessly. They’re both smiling when Lyall appears at the doorway, but it’s the flush of Hope’s cheeks and the light air of the room that separates them.

“Ready for bed, little love?” Every night, she asks the same question.

Every night, he gives her the same answer: he scrunches his face and purses his lips until she kisses him softly.

“Sleep well,” she whispers as she moves from his side, snags the book, and holds it closely—just long enough to remember when her mother had read it to her—before shelving it on the way out.

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Drabble six! I was so nervous for this one Lexii; I’ve never written either of these tropes for Drarry, eep! I went with a Soulmate AU, and I really, really hope you like it!

Much love to @o0o-chibaken-o0o and @dragonsandotters-dh for being the best and loveliest Alpha/Beta’s <3 <3

“Malfoy, wait! We need to talk about this!”

Harry jogged to catch up with Malfoy, who was striding quickly down the street away from him. He reached out, trying to grab Malfoy’s arm to stop him, but it was wrenched away.

“Can you just stop,” Harry said, exasperated. He should have known this wouldn’t go well.

“No,” Malfoy said petulantly. “I refuse.”

“Well, I can’t bloody well talk to you while you’re basically running down the street!”

Malfoy rounded on him suddenly, making Harry stumble as he pulled himself up short. “No,” he said again. “I refuse this.” He held his wrist up and waved it in Harry’s face, the small black mark — like a flame shaped tattoo — standing out starkly against his pale skin. “I refuse to be your soulmate. Sorry, not happening. Find someone else.”

“Find some - what are you on about?” Harry asked. Malfoy tried to walk off again, so Harry grabbed the crook of his elbow and yanked him into a small alleyway between two buildings. He pushed him back against the wall and stepped close to him. “Just stop,” he instructed in a low voice. “You can’t be mad at me for this; marks can appear at any age. I didn’t hide mine from you — it only showed up today!”

“It just happened to show up today, did it?” Malfoy sneered. “Oh, how convenient.”

“Yes!” Harry said. He stepped away from Malfoy, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at his own small flame tattoo, the excitement he’d felt when it showed up this morning gone. Now, he was irritated it had shown up at all. “Why are you so pissed off? We’ve been dating for over a year anyway. Why does this change anything?”

“Because Fate doesn’t get to decide we’re soul mates!” Malfoy exclaimed, thrusting his hand into his pocket and pulling out a small black box. “We get to decide that, not some stupid marks. You’re supposed to be with me because you want to be, not because you have to be!”

Harry stood frozen in place as Malfoy pushed the box into his hands. Malfoy made an annoyed sound and pushed away from the wall, but Harry, shaking himself from his daze, stopped him.

“You’re going to propose to me?”

“Not now I’m not,” Malfoy huffed. “Not now that you have to say yes.”

Harry couldn’t help it — he laughed. Malfoy looked furious until Harry reached into his jacket and pulled out an identical black box. He held it up. “I bought this weeks ago, long before my mark showed up,” he said softly. “I do choose you, Draco Malfoy. Not because I have to; because I want to. More than anything else in the world. That’s all I’ve wanted for a long time. All the mark does is confirm what we already know.”

Malfoy opened and closed his mouth. “I - you were going to propose too?”

Harry grinned. “I’d do it right now, if I thought you’d say yes to me in a dingy alle —” He was cut off by Malfoy pulling him into a hard, desperate kiss, hands fisted in his jacket, pulling him closer, and Harry scrambled to pocket the boxes and wrap his arms around Malfoy’s neck.

One-shot, 2k words

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, handjobs

(I am awful at smut but practice makes.. less awful)

“Harry. Harry. You there, mate?”

A hand waved in front of his hand and Harry jolted but to reality. He glared over at Ron, “What? Is it important? I’m busy.”

Ron groaned, “Leering at Malfoy is not important.”

“Says you,” Harry said absently, already staring at Draco again.

“We should be doing revisions,” Hermione said, doing revisions; a book and a sheaf of notes floating in front of her as she shifted a sandwich to her mouth without looking.

“Actually, it’s time to eat, at the eating time, in the eating place, Mione,” Ron said patiently. He didn’t try to touch her notes. He tried that last week and ended up with a welt on his arm that lasted two days.

Harry hummed in agreement, “I’ll study during class and study times, not now.”

“I’d rather be studying than watching you stare at Malfoy’s arse every meal,” Ron said.

Harry shrugged, “Draco’s fit, you’re the ones who’ve lost the plot.”

“Just you, mate,” Ron said, “just you. Nobody else thinks Malfoy’s fit. Did a survey and everything, it’s just you.”

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Episode III: The Heiress Who Didn’t Sign Up For This Threesome [ AO3 ] | [ ff.net ]