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@mingoner
nice to meet you :)
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name: marie ⋆˙⟡
age: i’m in my mid-20s
who i like: seveteen, ateez, nct, txt, p1h, etc.
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⋆˙⟡ halloween ‘25 with . ݁ ˖🕸️🕷. ݁ ˖ mingoner
⋆˙⟡ regency era with all ateez members (paused until after october)
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hii!! I was reading your blog for a while and was really impressed with your writing; it's quite creative. I was wondering if you had any open requests? :)
thank you so much!! i’m absolutely open for asks, the timing just might take awhile - i’ve been making a lot of content for halloween and i still have to finish my regency era fics so ive got a lot going on haha
hogwarts au⋆˙⟡ ⚯ ͛⋆˙⟡
inspired by @mingoner's recent harry potter/nct dream stories!
notes:
although i have written profiles for all members of 127, wayv, and dream, i am only posting the full profiles for the main characters referenced in the prophecy! if you are curious about a specific member, lmk in my asks and i'll post their profile! :]
pls feel free to write based on these ideas! tag me in anything you write.
lmk if you want to be added to the taglist of anything i write based on these ideas!
setting: this au is set between the first wizarding war and harry potter’s first year at hogwarts. years are noted for the climax of the story.
the prophecy
the swan shall seek the crown to rule by the light or consume with her flame.
the sun-child shall bind or be broken.
and the stone wall shall stand tall or fall asunder.
perfect love vanquishes fear, but faith misplaced is a curse on the heart.
MIMAGNETTIC PRESENTS : ────── KINKTOBER MASTERPOST. ⡴⠞⠞⣿
haunted corridors ⋆˙⟡⚯ ͛⋆˙⟡ l. haechan
your troublemaker best friend haechan drags you along to scope out a haunted classroom on halloween night, except neither of you are as brave as you wish.
haechan swore he wasn’t scared.
which was funny, because he was the one who screamed first.
you hadn’t even reached the middle of the haunted classroom before he jumped at a floating quill and nearly took you down with him.
“you’re unbelievable,” you whispered, shoving his arm off you. “you said this was going to be fun.”
“it was fun,” he hissed, eyes darting around, “until something started whispering my name.”
“no one whispered your name.”
“yes they did.”
you crossed your arms. “maybe it was your conscience, berating you for dragging me into this mess.”
haechan shot you a glare, but his grip tightened on his wand anyway.
“fine,” he muttered, glancing toward the dark corner of the room, “maybe we just do a quick inspection and leave before anything -“
a book slammed shut by itself.
you both jumped.
“nope,” you said immediately, turning for the door. “we’re done.”
for once, haechan didn’t argue with you.
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the hallway outside was even darker than before, the torches dimmed to low embers. you could still hear faint scratching from inside the classroom, like quills dragging across parchment.
“remind me,” you panted as you hurried down the corridor, “whose idea was this again?”
“technically?” haechan said between breaths. “mine.”
“shocking.”
he grinned, despite looking ready to bolt. “you didn’t have to come.”
“i should’ve known better.”
you reached the corner when you heard voices - two prefects making their rounds, lanterns glowing brighter with each step.
“brilliant,” you whispered, chest filling with dread at the idea of being caught out so late. “we’re dead.”
“come on,” haechan grabbed your hand, tugging you toward a storage closet tucked under the stairs.
“haechan -”
“shh!”
he pulled you inside and shut the door just as the light from the prefects’ lanterns swept past.
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it was pitch black.
dust stood thick in the air. the space was barely big enough for the two of you - your chest pressed to his, shoulders bumping, breath warm and uneven.
haechan was still holding your hand.
“they’re gonna find us,” you whispered.
“no, they’re not.”
“we’re literally breathing the same air.”
“that’s not my fault you’re standing so close.”
“you pulled me in here!”
“you didn’t resist!”
you glared at him in the dark, though it was probably useless. “you’re impossible.”
haechan shifted slightly, his voice softer now. “are you still scared?”
“of the ghost or of you?”
he laughed quietly. “ghost, obviously.”
“depends. is it still whispering your name?”
“don’t,” he said, voice dropping. “i’ll hex you.”
“you’d have to move your arm for that, and -”
the door rattled suddenly.
you both froze, pressing closer without meaning to. his heartbeat was loud against your chest.
“did it . . . did it just -” you started.
“shh,” he whispered gently, trying to hold himself together.
“haechan.”
“if it’s the ghost, don’t tell it i screamed earlier.”
you bit back a laugh, whispering, “you screamed louder than the door.”
“you were supposed to be the brave one.”
“when did i ever say that?”
“you didn’t. i just assumed.”
the rattling stopped. silence stretched, heavy and fragile.
you realized then how close he really was - his breath brushing your cheek, his hand still tangled in yours, the faint smell of his shampoo cutting through the dust.
“are they gone?” you whispered.
he didn’t answer.
you turned your head slightly - and that’s when you noticed he was looking at you. really looking.
“haechan,” you breathed.
“yeah?”
“we should -”
the door creaked open, and you both jumped apart, nearly tripping over a broom.
the corridor was empty now, quiet and harmless.
haechan cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “well. that was close.”
“yeah.” your voice came out softer than you meant. “very close.”
“we should probably get back before curfew.”
“definitely.”
you started down the hall, both pretending not to notice when your hands brushed again - or when neither of you seemed to ever really pull away.
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oops so i had a rough week and am kind of very behind in my halloween series posting . . . but let’s just not talk about it! i’ll catch up!! (probably)
harvest moon ⛧☾♱☽⛧ s. mingi
when you meet a “vampire” in an oversized cape at the pumpkin patch, why does the scariness of the night seem to fade away?
notes: part six of my halloween series with ateez (apart of my bigger series with many groups) ahhhh!! almost done :)
the carnival is still buzzing even this late into the night, lanterns swaying and smoke curling from food stalls. near the edge of the main street, a pair of teenagers whisper excitedly about a blackout in the haunted house - how everything went dark without warning, how someone swears they saw a shadow move where no actor was scheduled. the rumor sticks in your mind as you pass a pumpkin stand glowing under the harvest moon.
you’re digging through a crate for the perfect pumpkin when a tall boy in an oversized vampire cape nearly trips over a hay bale. his cape catches on a corner of the stand, and he stumbles, laughing awkwardly.
“wow,” he says, straightening the cape. “smooth entrance, right?”
his fangs are crooked, obviously plastic on first glance, and his hair is slightly mussed like he’s been running. he towers over you, but there’s nothing intimidating about him - just an endearing clumsiness that softens the night’s sharp edges, taking away a little of the uneasiness that has settled into your bones for the night.
he picks up a pumpkin, turns it over in his hands, and says, “think this one’s worthy of the harvest moon?” his grin is wide, easy.
you laugh, and the rest of that uneasiness just slips away.
as you wander the pumpkin patch together, he tells you he’s terrible with costumes, that his friends teased him for choosing the cape. “too tall for it,” he admits, spinning once so the fabric flares dramatically before tangling around his legs again.
a breeze passes, rustling the dry vines. for a moment, the noise of the festival fades, and the world narrows to the two of you beneath the glowing moon. mingi steps closer, his clumsiness forgotten, and his expression shifts. it becomes softer, hesitant, like he’s trying to memorize this exact second.
“you know,” he says quietly, “it’s not really about the pumpkin.”
you tilt your head, a little confused. “what is? the harvest moon?”
his smile deepens, almost shy, and he shakes himself out of something - you just aren’t sure what. “just . . . this night,” he gestures vaguely around you as best as he can with the pumpkin in his hands.
you both end up choosing the crooked pumpkin he’d first picked up, and when you leave the patch, you catch him glancing at you under the edge of his cape, as if checking to make sure you’re still there.
the harvest moon watches from above, and something deep in you settles.
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carnival games ⛧☾♱☽⛧ j. wooyoung
when a man in a fox mask saddles up next to you to win you a prize at the halloween carnival games, how much do you think you can trust that look in his eyes? notes: part seven AHHHHH of my halloween series with ateez (apart of my bigger series with many groups) only jongho left now . . .
you stand in the middle of the carnival games, deciding whether or not to try your hand at one, when someone whispers behind you. it’s soft and slightly amused, just as a balloon pops perfectly dead center on the game in front of you. you turn just as a boy in a fox mask steps back from the line, grinning wide enough for the mask to slip. his eyes catch the lantern light: playful, knowing, a little dangerous.
“sorry,” he says, stepping closer, “didn’t mean to startle you.”
his voice is low but edged with laughter. he twirls a dart between his fingers like he was born with it, then tosses it casually at another balloon without even looking. it bursts. a prize plush tumbles from the top shelf.
“you’re good at this,” you say, not yet having made up your mind on this literal sly fox.
wooyoung, or so he introduces himself as, shrugs. “or maybe i just know the right tricks.”
he offers you the prize without hesitation, like he’s been planning to hand it to you all along. when you take it, your fingers brush his - just for a second, but it leaves a spark that lingers even as he steps away.
as you wander through the carnival together, he’s always one step ahead: slipping through crowds, pointing out hidden shortcuts between tents, making impossible shots at impossible games. there’s a mischievousness in him, but something else too, like an intent focus on you, like the chaos is only fun if you’re in it with him.
at one point, you lose sight of him among the masks and lights. a flicker of unease slides down your spine. then a shadow crosses the path ahead, and he’s there again, pulling you aside just as a group of kids rush past, their laughter too loud, too eerie.
“don’t wander off,” wooyoung murmurs.
his tone is teasing, but his eyes are serious for a heartbeat longer than you expect.
a gust of wind rattles the tents, and somewhere, a candle goes out. wooyoung leans close, his breath warm against your ear.
“stay with me,” he whispers, and the words sound like a spell.
later, when the crowd thins, you find yourself beneath a canopy of lanterns, the world around you dimming to a soft blur. wooyoung removes his mask just enough for you to see the curve of his smile.
“best night of the year,” he says. “but only because you’re here.”
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halloween ‘25 . ݁ ˖🕸️🕷. ݁ ˖
with mingoner
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days one - twelve: spirits and tales with ateez
one night seen through eight eyes - who are you choosing to spend halloween night with this year as you try to enjoy the various haunted attractions littered throughout seoul?
day one: hongjoong - charming
you wonder into an empty antique shop and find a few things that pique your curiosity
day three: seonghwa - graveyard
a shortcut through the graveyard leads you to making a new . . . friend?
day four: yunho - haunted house
what should have been a five minute walk through a “haunted house” was made longer by an unexpected blackout - and a guest that seemed to expect you
day five: yeosang - love potion no. 9
when you see a man selling love charms in a quiet corner of the halloween festivities, you approach and get more than you originally expected
day eight: san - full moon
you escape the loud and reckless carnival crowds into a small, dark jazz bar hidden on a side street. what kind of regulars will you meet on this night of the full moon?
day ten: mingi - harvest moon
when you meet a “vampire” in an oversized cape at the pumpkin patch, why does the scariness of the night seem to fade away?
day eleven: wooyoung - carnival games
when a man in a fox mask saddles up next to you to win you a prize at the halloween carnival games, how much do you think you can trust that look in his eyes?
day twelve: jongho - dark eyes, lantern light
on halloween night you meet a man with dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes; so, why does the light in the lanterns seem to reach for him as he moves?
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days fifteen - twenty five: harry potter halloween
with nct dream
you found yourself wondering the hogwarts grounds with a certain someone on the night of halloween - but who do you choose as company?
day fifteen: mark - lantern light
when you and mark volunteer to decorate the gryffindor common room, the enchanted jack-o-lanterns start broadcasting your thoughts. this would be fine, if yours weren’t all about him.
day seventeen: renjun - the ghost of you
you get stuck patrolling hogsmeade on halloween night with your ex-boyfriend huang renjun, what happens when things go a little awry?
day eighteen: jeno - pumpkin patrol
model student lee jeno ropes you into pumpkin patch patrol on halloween, but things don’t go as perfectly as he had planned.
day nineteen: haechan - haunted corridors
a ghost story, a locked closet, and one very loud scream - you and haechan are definitely not cut out for ghost hunting.
day twenty two: jaemin - stuck together
a halloween prank goes wrong, leaving you and jaemin magically bound until sunrise - and realizing maybe you like being stuck with him.
day twenty four: chenle - prophecy pending
divination was supposed to be an easy class, but when chenle’s crystal ball predicts disaster, you end up chasing his fate through the castle.
day twenty five: jisung - knight in shining armor
the castle’s suits of armor come alive every halloween, but this year one doesn’t return to its pedestal. stalking the corridors, it forces you and jisung to team up, uncovering secrets hidden in the castle walls—and learning that the armor’s purpose may be more protective than threatening.
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days twenty six - thirty: choose your twilight adventure with tomorrow x together
each story starts the same: a sudden move into a quiet, rainy town. when the occupants of this strange place start to become an undeniable (and unnerving) presence in your life, who will you trust in a world where everything seems to be a little . . . supernatural?
day twenty six: yeonjun - gravity centered
you moved to forks for quiet, not to become the gravitational center of a six-foot-something werewolf’s universe. now there’s a golden-eyed stranger showing up at your library and pretending he’s definitely not stalking you for your safety. turns out peace and quiet look a lot like a wolf pacing outside your window at night, just in case you need him.
day twenty seven: soobin - visions gone silent
soobin sees flashes of the future, and none of them have ever lied; that is, until you walk into forks library and his visions go black. now he’s hovering in your peripheral like a polite ghost, trying to figure out why the timeline stops with you. destiny’s never been this confusing, or this tall and soft-spoken.
day twenty eight: beomgyu - howl if you’re lonely
everyone in town says the la push boys are trouble, and beomgyu makes sure to live up to the reputation. between sarcastic quips and half-explained absences, he’s the most chaotic thing to happen to your perfectly shelved life. the problem? behind the smirk is a man who grows a little too serious about matters pertaining to you.
day twenty nine: taehyun - hypothesis of the heart
taehyun likes experiments, hypotheses, and things he can control - so naturally, you ruin everything. you’re the one variable he can’t chart or measure, and it’s driving him slightly insane. he swears he’s studying your blood, not your smile . . . but peer review might disagree.
day thirty: hueningkai - bite the hand that saves you
your family hunts vampires; his family is completely comprised of vampires. so when he saves your life instead of ending it, you both realize you’ve got a secrecy problem - and a chemistry problem. forks is big enough for ancient grudges, but maybe not for the two of you learning how to love in the middle of it.
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bonus and extra:
day two: jung wooyoung - something wicked, something true
at the hogwarts halloween ball, pranks escalate into a magical trap: masks that only come off when you and wooyoung confess secrets you’ve never spoken aloud. suddenly, the night of mischief turns into one of vulnerability, desire, and unexpected connection.
officially finished with ateez and halfway through nct dream - almost time for txt :) <3
Just read your Mark Halloween story! It's sweet! I think the premise of the story is creative. I'm looking forward to seeing your other Halloween stories for Dream! Especially Jisung's!
omg thank you so much!! that’s so sweet!!
it took me pretty much all of september to think of what to do (with some help here and there) and then also to write them (╥﹏╥)
i’ve never gotten so many sweet messages than when i started to post my dream fics!! everyone’s been so nice!!
thank you again for your sweet message :)
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i'm such a fan of your writing! i'm starting with your harry potter halloween stories, but i'm hoping to get to all of it soon! the way you write really strikes something in my imagination! ⚡️
- @dream-au-archive
thank you so much ( ╥ ᴗ ╥)
i really needed to hear this lol sometimes it feels like you’re just sending your hard work out into the void and no one is really receiving it haha
i don’t know why but i’m honestly so obsessed with nct dream and a harry potter crossover - like it just doesn’t fit as well with any other group! i would looooove to read whatever you come up with (and you have my full endorsement to use anything from my stories in yours/for inspiration!!)
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pumpkin patch ⋆˙⟡ ⚯ ͛⋆˙⟡ l. jeno
model student lee jeno ropes you into pumpkin patch patrol on halloween, but things don’t go as perfectly as he had planned.
jeno always took prefect duty a little too seriously.
so when hagrid asked for “a couple of reliable students” to guard the enchanted pumpkin patch before the halloween feast, of course jeno volunteered. and of course, because you’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time, you got dragged along.
“i don’t get why it’s such a big deal,” you muttered, tugging your scarf higher against the wind. “they’re pumpkins.”
jeno shot you a look, all prefect pride and sharp brows. “they’re not just pumpkins. hagrid’s been growing these for weeks. they’re charmed to be the centerpiece of the feast.”
“great. centerpiece pumpkins. terrifying.”
“you didn’t have to come,” he looks away, but not before you see the pout forming on his lips.
“i didn’t have a choice,” you reminded him, lifting your wand so the tip glowed faintly. “professor flitwick asked for someone ‘responsible,’ and before i could even blink you volunteered me.”
jeno’s lips twitched like he wanted to argue, but he just said, “i thought you’d be glad. you used to like this kind of thing.”
you don’t answer, mostly because you don’t really know what to say to that.
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hagrid’s pumpkins weren’t just oversized - they were absurd, each one glowing faintly with layered enchantments, vines thick as your arm crawling across the ground. floating candles bobbed above, their flickering light spilling over the carved runes etched into the soil.
jeno moved like a soldier, wand drawn, scanning every corner of the patch. you trailed a step behind, not because you wanted to, but because you knew how this worked. jeno in the lead, you shadowing him. same as it had been since third year.
except . . not exactly the same. not since last winter. not since the incident.
“so,” you started, mostly to cut the silence, “do you do this every year?”
“yeah. usually it’s boring.” he glanced at you quickly, then away. “with you here, though . . .”
you smirked, asked him, “oh? i make it more exciting?”
“you complain a lot,” he deadpanned.
you shoved his arm, laughing softly. he let out a breath like he wanted to smile but couldn’t quite let himself.
that used to be easier, you thought. the banter, the brush of your shoulder against his. the memory of his hand warm on yours that night by the fireplace, when you almost kissed, still hung in the space between you like smoke.
jeno cleared his throat, cutting off the thought, ears dusted with red. “let’s just finish the patrol.”
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it started with a tremor, crackling across the ground.
one of the pumpkins shuddered, vines curling tighter into the soil. cracks rippled over its glowing skin, and the once-faint runes blazed to life along the seams.
“jeno . . .” your voice dipped, uneasy. “did you see that?”
he was already stepping closer. “that’s not hagrid’s work.”
the runes pulsed, sending out waves of sickly green light. the air vibrated with a deep sense of wrong.
“i think it’s cursed,” you whispered.
“no kidding.” his jaw tightened, giving out a strong, “stay behind me.”
“don’t start with the knight-in-shining-armor routine -“ you started.
then a vine snapped toward your ankle. jeno yanked you back, his arm solid around your waist.
“still want me to drop the routine?” he shot back, breath hot against your ear.
your pulse skittered, “don’t get smug.”
the vines lashed out, forcing you both into motion. sparks lit up the patch as spells shot through the air.
“who even curses a pumpkin?” you gasped, blasting a vine with incendio.
“someone who wanted the feast ruined.” jeno’s voice was steady, wand moving in sharp arcs.
“or someone who wanted us ruined,” you muttered, batting away another vine.
jeno gave you a quick look, unreadable in the shifting light. “don’t joke about that.”
your wands worked in tandem, but the runes grew brighter, fighting against every counterspell. frustration burned hot in your chest.
“we’re not going to break it like this,” jeno said finally, jaw clenched. “we need to link the spell.”
“you sure? i might outshine you.”
“just do it,” he snapped, then softer, “please.”
you crossed your wand with his, the contact sending a spark through your veins that had nothing to do with magic. light flared as your power twined, weaving together in a way that felt both natural and unbearably intimate.
the runes cracked like glass, the pumpkin collapsing into a heap of harmless orange flesh. silence rushed in after the chaos, the vines curling into stillness.
you lowered your wand, chest heaving. “so. saved the day. you’re welcome.”
jeno ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the smoldering vines. “we saved the day.”
“fine, we saved the day,” you mocked him slightly. you tilted your head, studying him. “you can admit you’re glad i was here.”
his eyes met yours, unreadable, for a long moment before he finally said, “i am.”
the words hit harder than any spell.
you blinked. “wow. was that . . . a compliment?”
jeno huffed a laugh, short but real. “don’t let it go to your head.”
you stood there, both catching your breath, the distance between you feeling smaller than it had in months.
jeno’s voice softened, “i’m glad it was you out here with me.”
your heart stuttered. you wanted to tease him but you had no energy or will to do so left, so instead you said quietly, “me too.”
for a moment, the only sound was the wind. then, slowly, his hand brushed against yours. once. twice. until finally, you let your fingers twine.
this time, you didn’t pull away.
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another one finished!! over halfway through october!! i’m not getting a whole lot of love on these nct dream fics for my halloween event this year but i honestly don’t care - these are some of my favorite things ive written!! if you’ve read this then thank you so much for reading my stuff - have a great day/night/whatever!! :)
the ghost of you⋆˙⟡ ⚯ ͛⋆˙⟡ h. renjun
you get stuck patrolling hogsmeade on halloween night with your ex-boyfriend huang renjun, what happens when things go a little awry?
you hadn’t planned to see huang renjun tonight.
in fact, you’d done everything in your power to avoid him since the messy breakup over summer hols. too many things left unsaid, too much pride between you both. you returned to hogwarts in september determined to build a life where he was just another student in ravenclaw robes, not the boy who once traced constellations on your wrist during astronomy.
but fate, and professor mcgonagall’s sense of humor, had other plans.
“prefects, pair up for the hogsmeade halloween watch,” she’d said. “no exceptions.”
nct dream x harry potter halloween
you found yourself wondering the hogwarts grounds with a certain someone on the night of halloween - but who do you choose as company?
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day fifteen: mark - lantern light
when you and mark volunteer to decorate the gryffindor common room, the enchanted jack-o-lanterns start broadcasting your thoughts. this would be fine, if yours weren’t all about him.
day seventeen: renjun - the ghost of you
you get stuck patrolling hogsmeade on halloween night with your ex-boyfriend huang renjun, what happens when things go a little awry?
day eighteen: jeno - pumpkin patrol
model student lee jeno ropes you into pumpkin patch patrol on halloween, but things don’t go as perfectly as he had planned.
day nineteen: haechan - haunted corridors
a ghost story, a locked closet, and one very loud scream - you and haechan are definitely not cut out for ghost hunting.
day twenty two: jaemin - stuck together
a halloween prank goes wrong, leaving you and jaemin magically bound until sunrise - and realizing maybe you like being stuck with him.
day twenty four: chenle - prophecy pending
divination was supposed to be an easy class, but when chenle’s crystal ball predicts disaster, you end up chasing his fate through the castle.
day twenty five: jisung - knight in shining armor
the castle’s suits of armor come alive every halloween, but this year one doesn’t return to its pedestal. stalking the corridors, it forces you and jisung to team up, uncovering secrets hidden in the castle walls—and learning that the armor’s purpose may be more protective than threatening.
all of these stories are apart of my bigger halloween '25 series with many groups - check out my other work! :)
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lantern light ⋆˙⟡ ⚯ ͛⋆˙⟡ l. mark
when you and mark volunteer to decorate the gryffindor common room, the enchanted jack-o-lanterns start broadcasting your thoughts. this would be fine, if yours weren’t all about him. notes: part one of the harry potter x nct dream portion of my flufftober/halloween event!! i hope you guys enjoy these, they’re longer than my ateez halloween blurbs but a little shorter than what my txt ones will be! enjoy :)
it’s supposed to be easy: decorate the common room before curfew, light the jack-o-lanterns, and maybe sneak a few pumpkin pasties on the way out.
“you’re sure this is the right box?” you ask, peering inside.
mark nods, though he’s chewing the inside of his cheek like he’s not entirely confident. “it says enchanted halloween décor, so . . . probably.”
“probably?”
he grins sheepishly, “i didn’t check them out from the supply room, okay? professor longbottom just told me to make it look festive.”
you sigh, but he’s smiling so brightly you can’t help but not really mean it. it’s just like mark to volunteer for extra work. half of you thinks he’s just being nice, but the other half suspects he’s avoiding the chaos of the halloween feast.
you both start unpacking: garlands that shimmer between gold and crimson, floating bats that squeak politely as they rise, and jack-o-lanterns that hover above each table.
mark flicks his wand and mutters, “lumos fiendus.”
the pumpkins flicker to life, their carved mouths twisting into glowing grins.
“see?” he says proudly. “festive.”
but then one blinks. not like a normal flicker, almost like an eye.
you frown and move away from the table where the pumpkin floats on top of. “mark.”
“hm?” he says, still ruffling through now mostly empty boxes.
“that pumpkin just winked at me.”
carnival games ⛧☾♱☽⛧ j. wooyoung
when a man in a fox mask saddles up next to you to win you a prize at the halloween carnival games, how much do you think you can trust that look in his eyes? notes: part seven AHHHHH of my halloween series with ateez (apart of my bigger series with many groups) only jongho left now . . .
you stand in the middle of the carnival games, deciding whether or not to try your hand at one, when someone whispers behind you. it’s soft and slightly amused, just as a balloon pops perfectly dead center on the game in front of you. you turn just as a boy in a fox mask steps back from the line, grinning wide enough for the mask to slip. his eyes catch the lantern light: playful, knowing, a little dangerous.
“sorry,” he says, stepping closer, “didn’t mean to startle you.”
his voice is low but edged with laughter. he twirls a dart between his fingers like he was born with it, then tosses it casually at another balloon without even looking. it bursts. a prize plush tumbles from the top shelf.
“you’re good at this,” you say, not yet having made up your mind on this literal sly fox.
wooyoung, or so he introduces himself as, shrugs. “or maybe i just know the right tricks.”
he offers you the prize without hesitation, like he’s been planning to hand it to you all along. when you take it, your fingers brush his - just for a second, but it leaves a spark that lingers even as he steps away.
as you wander through the carnival together, he’s always one step ahead: slipping through crowds, pointing out hidden shortcuts between tents, making impossible shots at impossible games. there’s a mischievousness in him, but something else too, like an intent focus on you, like the chaos is only fun if you’re in it with him.
at one point, you lose sight of him among the masks and lights. a flicker of unease slides down your spine. then a shadow crosses the path ahead, and he’s there again, pulling you aside just as a group of kids rush past, their laughter too loud, too eerie.
“don’t wander off,” wooyoung murmurs.
his tone is teasing, but his eyes are serious for a heartbeat longer than you expect.
a gust of wind rattles the tents, and somewhere, a candle goes out. wooyoung leans close, his breath warm against your ear.
“stay with me,” he whispers, and the words sound like a spell.
later, when the crowd thins, you find yourself beneath a canopy of lanterns, the world around you dimming to a soft blur. wooyoung removes his mask just enough for you to see the curve of his smile.
“best night of the year,” he says. “but only because you’re here.”
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harvest moon ⛧☾♱☽⛧ s. mingi
when you meet a “vampire” in an oversized cape at the pumpkin patch, why does the scariness of the night seem to fade away?
notes: part six of my halloween series with ateez (apart of my bigger series with many groups) ahhhh!! almost done :)
the carnival is still buzzing even this late into the night, lanterns swaying and smoke curling from food stalls. near the edge of the main street, a pair of teenagers whisper excitedly about a blackout in the haunted house - how everything went dark without warning, how someone swears they saw a shadow move where no actor was scheduled. the rumor sticks in your mind as you pass a pumpkin stand glowing under the harvest moon.
you’re digging through a crate for the perfect pumpkin when a tall boy in an oversized vampire cape nearly trips over a hay bale. his cape catches on a corner of the stand, and he stumbles, laughing awkwardly.
“wow,” he says, straightening the cape. “smooth entrance, right?”
his fangs are crooked, obviously plastic on first glance, and his hair is slightly mussed like he’s been running. he towers over you, but there’s nothing intimidating about him - just an endearing clumsiness that softens the night’s sharp edges, taking away a little of the uneasiness that has settled into your bones for the night.
he picks up a pumpkin, turns it over in his hands, and says, “think this one’s worthy of the harvest moon?” his grin is wide, easy.
you laugh, and the rest of that uneasiness just slips away.
as you wander the pumpkin patch together, he tells you he’s terrible with costumes, that his friends teased him for choosing the cape. “too tall for it,” he admits, spinning once so the fabric flares dramatically before tangling around his legs again.
a breeze passes, rustling the dry vines. for a moment, the noise of the festival fades, and the world narrows to the two of you beneath the glowing moon. mingi steps closer, his clumsiness forgotten, and his expression shifts. it becomes softer, hesitant, like he’s trying to memorize this exact second.
“you know,” he says quietly, “it’s not really about the pumpkin.”
you tilt your head, a little confused. “what is? the harvest moon?”
his smile deepens, almost shy, and he shakes himself out of something - you just aren’t sure what. “just . . . this night,” he gestures vaguely around you as best as he can with the pumpkin in his hands.
you both end up choosing the crooked pumpkin he’d first picked up, and when you leave the patch, you catch him glancing at you under the edge of his cape, as if checking to make sure you’re still there.
the harvest moon watches from above, and something deep in you settles.
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full moon ⛧☾♱☽⛧ c . san
you escape the loud and reckless carnival crowds into a small, dark jazz bar hidden on a side street. what kind of regulars will you meet on this night of the full moon?
notes: part five of my halloween series with ateez (apart of my bigger series with many groups) enjoy!!
the halloween festival is still in full swing when you slip away from the crowded street. the noise - shouts, laughter, distant music - has been buzzing in your ears for hours, and you suddenly crave something quieter, somewhere you can breathe. a jazz bar glows at the end of a narrow street, its sign a flickering crescent moon. you push through the door, letting the warm hum of saxophone and low chatter wrap around you.
inside, the lighting is soft, golden at the edges and deep blue in the corners. the room smells of whiskey and old wood, a welcome change from caramel corn and fried dough. a few patrons wear masks or costume ears, a reminder it’s still halloween, but the mood here is slower, more intimate.
you take a seat at the bar and order a drink, your pulse finally steadying. that’s when you notice him at the far end - a man leaning casually against the bar, head tilted toward the music. his dark hair catches the light in a way that makes him seem almost unreal. his rolled-up sleeves reveal strong forearms, and the subtle curve of a grin plays at his lips.
you glance away, but a moment later, he’s there, sliding into the empty stool beside you.
“didn’t expect to see anyone new in here tonight,” he says, voice rich and smooth, like the bass line weaving through the song.
you shrug, explaining you needed a break from the festival. his grin widens slightly, revealing just the faintest hint of teeth sharper than they should be. you almost dismiss it as a trick of the light.
he introduces himself as san. the name fits the way he moves - fluid, confident, a little wild. when the bartender delivers your drink, san taps his glass lightly against yours.
“to detours,” he says.
as the night deepens, you talk. he’s funny and quick-witted, but there’s an undercurrent in him, something untamed just beneath the surface. every so often, he glances toward the windows, like he’s tracking the world outside.
between songs, a distant, playful shout filters in from the street - someone outside pulling pranks or stirring up mischief at the carnival. san’s ears twitch almost imperceptibly, and his gaze flicks to the door before settling back on you.
you notice other strange details: the way he seems to hear things before you do, the faint scent of rain and earth that clings to him even though it hasn’t rained all night. when the band shifts into a slow, swaying tune, he leans a little closer, his voice dropping.
“it’s almost midnight,” he says. “y’know nights like this . . . they have a way of showing people who they really are.”
there’s a wildness in his eyes now, a glint that makes your heart race.
outside, the moon slips free of the clouds, brighter than before. san catches your glance toward the window and chuckles quietly.
“don’t worry,” he murmurs, “i’m not here to scare you.”
but something in the air hums. it’s electric, alive, a heartbeat that doesn’t quite match the music. when the song ends, he stands and offers you his hand.
“come on,” he says softly. “let’s not waste the moon.”
you follow him out into the cool night, the festival lights distant now. somewhere, a wolf howls low and far away - or maybe it’s just the city’s wind. but when san turns to look at you, his grin is sharp and beautiful, and for a moment, you’re certain the world has shifted just a little closer to magic.
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