#hauntedmoundfic

[darkharv3st]

Star At the Edge of The Field

Tags: ghostary , Football x Outcast AU

Chapter 3 [preview]

Friday is game day. Before, Wren hated game day, the whole building gets decked out in the team’s colors, school spirit oozes from the lockers. The cheerleaders wear their uniforms with their too-short skirts that Wren can see up if he’s behind them on the stairs, and the players, the stars, wear their numbered jerseys. Wren couldn’t care less about the girls, but he’s fantasized about those jerseys so many times wishing he was in Sophie’s place, with Zane spinning her around on the field after every goal, and kissing her in front of the whole school—kissing him. Everyone is too loud, everything is too bright, and his Friday drawing class gets canceled. Wren would rather be in school then at home most days even if it is hell, it’s a better hell than home is. Before, Wren would hide behind the building, avoiding the crowded football pitch and wait for the late bus to take him home while he watches the game as far away from the crowd as possible, watching Zane.

They still don’t talk in school much, just nodding to each other in the hallway, but every day that week they’d ended up in the grass under the bleachers kissing each other breathless, unconcerned if they got caught. Wren is in heaven, he finally feels like he matters to someone, like he exists to anyone outside of himself. The way Zane kisses him makes Wren feel wanted — by the person he’s been pinning after for years.

Zane has been the center of attention since 9th grade. Wren, alone for the first time, friendless and at a new school had been unable to help noticing him. Zane was attractive, popular and confident, surrounded by admirers and attention. Sometimes Wren wasn’t sure if he hated Zane or wanted to be him. By their senior year Wren’s obsession had only gotten worse, he was constantly watching Zane, always desperate to be noticed and too afraid to make any move. Wren would fantasize about being noticed by Zane almost every day. He’d fantasize about other things, too.

Now, Wren gets to his locker, avoiding blue-yellow streamers that dangle from the hallway lights and starts putting in his combo, only to be grabbed and dragged into the empty stairwell a few feet away. Before Wren can catch his breath his lips a caught in a deep kiss. Wren opens his mouth and lets Zane push his tongue inside. They kiss like that, pushing back and forth holding tight to each other, until Zane breaks away.

“Hey,” he says, breathless and rosy. His eyes crease with a smile. “I needed some luck.”

Wren tries to re-orient himself, still spinning from Zane’s kiss. “Yeah,” he says, touching his finger to his wet lip. Zane kisses me now, he thinks. He looks up again to meet Zane’s eyes and becomes taken in by his gaze. Zane looks so earnest and so nervous at the same time, it brings Wren back to what

“You’re going to be great,” Wren reassures him. He has no doubt Zane and the team will crush their opponents. He’s been watching them run ordered plays and drill passes all week. Zane has talked non-stop about formations and strategy, he even has a notebook with the team plays drawn out. Wren knows they’re going to win, Zane can do anything.

They kiss one more time for luck anyway.

A/N: The rest will be posted on Ao3 soon, you guys get to see it first :)

[flufybunny]

Murder in the town

Chapter 10 - He’s mine now

“He presses his ears to the door, trying to find out what’s beneath it. But the other side of the door stays quiet. He leans against the white walls, his mind can’t process what happens. It’s all just a dream. Or he’s high with Zane and only hallucinates. Yeah, that’s the only solution. This shit can’t be real.”

[darkharv3st]

Actually yk what a hackletary country western would go soooo hard.

Manifesting. ✨

[flufybunny]

My oc’s moodboard in Murder in the town III

Chris

~ When I come home late at night don’t ask me where I’ve been, just count your stairs, I’m home again ~

(guns n roses - you could be mine)

[flufybunny]

My oc’s moodboard in Murder in the town II

Bryan

~ Carve your name into my arm instead of stressed i lie here charmed ~

(placebo - every me every you)

[darkharv3st]

~ Shadow Black Tacoma ~

—*~— [ Chapter 7 ] —*~—

Dead Dove 🕊️ 🪦 . Please Read the tags on Ao3.

Wren swishes the water around his mouth a few times, then spits his toothpaste onto the ground. He wipes the coroner of his mouth, puts his toothbrush away, and gets back into the truck. His stomach has been twisted into a tight knot for hours, and as Wren checks the time readout on the dash, he accepts that he’s going to have to meet Zane on less than two hours of sleep.

He just can’t stop thinking of all the things that could go wrong. What if he gets scared for real and calls the cops? How am I supposed to explain what we’re doing? What If he never even shows up? Wren swallow his anxiety. It’s subsumed by a much larger feeling of desire. It’s 7:25 AM. In thirty-five minutes Wren might actually meet the one person who understands him.

The person who makes him feel like he’s not alone.

The parking lot of the gas station is mostly empty when Wren pulls up. He doesn’t see anyone that could be Zane standing around. It’s 8:01 AM, he’s barely late, Zane might not even be here yet. Wren taps on the steering wheel, feeling some of the pleather flake off in his hands. His stomach is in knots, twisted over itself in worry and doubt. Wren scans the area, not sure which direction Zane will come from. Zane never said where he lived, which is probably for the best. I could climb in his window-

The door to the gas station store opens, and someone steps out. Wren is so focused on scanning the area for a hint of Zane that it startles him. The boy is tall, with a slight hunch to his shoulders and short brown hair. He’s not looking up, shoving things into his backpack. Wren waits with his breath coming in short gasps for the boy to turn so Wren can see his face. When he does, Wren knows

Zane.

A/N: Read the full chapter (and the first 6) on Ao3! I won't be posting any hardcore NSFW on tumblr. <3

[darkharv3st]

* . * ,, * Party 4 U , Ghostary * . * ,, *

18k, 9/9 chapters, complete ~! ~~ Ghost Mountain goes to a Party at Sematary's house.

[ Chapter 1 ]

* . * ,, *

I'm a Sinner </3

: do not screenshot :

The summer is in full swing, the pine trees are bright green and the forest floor is a carpet of undergrowth. They're lucky, this year the fires haven't been too bad, and the forest has been able to grow back from the damage in years before. Truthfully, Wren loves the way the fire ravaged forest looks, but he’s glad that nature is healing itself from the mistakes of man. There’s something unmatched about wandering in a burned out forest under the full moon. Once, he and Zane had gone out in the middle of the night to take pictures using the moon light. All the burned trees had looked the same, and they’d gotten lost. They had both been so high that it took till dawn to find their way back. Wren will never forget it. 

Forty minutes of driving later, Wren is past the regrown forest and into the valley. The wheat fields are just starting to grow, ankle high and green. The old farm equipment litters the road to Zane’s house, easily visible — unlike in the fall, when the wheat and corn grow so tall that only the tops of the old tractors peer above the stalks. More than once he’d chased after Zane through fields just like these. They’d even snuk into the old barn down the road. Wren recalls the memory as he drives down the last stretch of road to the Butcher House. 

**

“Yo! It’s motherfucking Ghost Mountain!”

Zane greets him at full volume, and Wren can tell his friend is already trashed. Zane is leaning heavily to the side, holding a Styrofoam cup in his hands. Zane stumbles over, tripping on his massive shoes and swings his arms around Wren’s shoulders. Yeah, definitely trashed… Zane isn’t exactly touch averse, but it’s only when he’s a few down that he ever shows this much affection towards Wren. It's too bad, because he used to do it all the time when they were little. Things changed after they had the fight.

Things don’t feel any different now, though. The house is full of people, and only Wren knows some of them. Zane's roommate Hackle is there, chilling on the couch with a matching cup to Zane’s in his hand. There are even a few girls. Wren is impressed.

“Happy Pride, I guess?” he says with some hesitancy. He still isn’t sure why Zane wants to have a party for pride, but Wren gets multiple Wooo’s! in response, so maybe it’s just a crowd pleaser.

“Come sit down man! We’re stacked, I’ll get you something to drink!”

Zane pulls Wren down onto the couch, and Wren beholds the feast in front of him. On the living room table there are more drugs then Wren has ever seen in one place. It looks like a police video where they lay out all the drugs and guns and try to make people think they’re worth a fucking dime. Except this is better then that — there's more choice then he’s ever seen, and no shitty cops for miles.

Zane almost sits down, then seems to change his mind and haphazardly whirls around. “I got the beer you like, I’ll get it!” he says, before he totters off to the kitchen.

**

Focusing on what’s important, Wren wraps his hand around the handle of his backpack and leans into Zane’s side to get his attention. 

“I brought you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Zane responds, leaning back into Wren. Hoping Zane isn't expecting more drugs, Wren pulls out the gift he brought. Without explaining, he hands over the thin plastic clothing bag. 

Zane rips it open in seconds, and holds out the shirt so he can see the design. There’s a second of silence where Wren thinks his heart will beat straight out of his chest. Say something, damn it.

Zane’s eyes go wide. He gives the shirt a little shake. “No way.” 

Wren feels his mouth pull into a little smile.

“I didn’t think I’d find it but-”

Zane stands up, the shirt still clutched in his hands. “DUDE! No fucking way!” He rocks on the balls of his feet, the excitement spilling out with abandon. “How the-” he turns to Wren, with a gorgeous smile on his face. “How did you find it?” 

Wren is smiling too. There had never been a need to doubt himself. “I met someone on campus and they had it. They sold it to me.” Wren leaves out some of the less savory details of how much he’d had to pay for it, or how he’d even discovered it in the first place. That doesn't matter, it’s worth anything to see Zane this happy. 

“What is it?” asks Hackle.

“Bro! You don’t know?” Zane pulls the shirt tight again so Hackle can see the design. Wren giggles at the completely blank look on Hackle’s face. 

“It’s a cool shirt, for sure man.”

“This is the fucking missing link Wicca Phase shirt from the 2016 Thraxx tour!" Zane turns to Wren. “Is it really the one?” 

“Yeah. I made sure.” 

“Ohhhh my god, fuck!” I gotta hang it up!” Loosing the fight to stay still, Zane’s excitement carries him over the table and out of the room. Wren has no idea where he’s going, but feels very pleased at how it's all going over. 

**

“Why are you guys having a pride party, when none of you are gay?”

Hackle shrugs. “No clue,” he says. “Graveman just told everyone to come over, I think he just wanted an excuse to party.” 

Buck actually laughs. “You guys are so oblivious, man.” His voice is starting to slur, and with his accent he becomes hard to hear. “There’s no way you don’t see it.” 

“What?” Wren asks him, confused. 

Buck ignores him in favor of standing. He pulls his pants up, and produces a pack of smokes from a pocket. “Gonna smoke.” 

Even more confused, Wren watches him leave. Buck could just smoke in the living room, and there's no reason for him to be so cryptic. Dismissing the behavior as just his friend being a few down, Wren turns to the table, and picks up a half smoked joint. It’s time to play catch up. 

Author's Note: Originally posted on AO3 on June 1st 2025. Hence the pride theme. You can read the full chapter on AO3

Thank you for reading!~

[flufybunny]

Murder in the town

Chapter 7 - Lost hope

‘He knows doesn't matter what will happen, he will never be able to kill his best friend. The only person in the world who knew everything about him. Wren feels remorse for even blaming Zane.’