The black stone walls of Nevermore Academy loomed tall and familiar as the new term began. After a long summer, the grounds were buzzing with students returning, exchanging stories and laughter under the pale, autumn sun. Among the arrivals was Pugsley Addams—older now, sharper in features, still carrying that Addams charm and peculiarity in his dark eyes. Walking beside him was his infamous older sister, Wednesday, expressionless as ever, her presence cutting through the crowd like a blade. THIS IS NOT ASSOCIATEDWITH HARRY POTTER
The black stone walls of Nevermore Academy loomed tall and familiar as the new term began. After a long summer, the grounds were buzzing with students returning, exchanging stories and laughter under the pale, autumn sun. Among the arrivals was Pugsley Addams—older now, sharper in features, still carrying that Addams charm and peculiarity in his dark eyes. Walking beside him was his infamous older sister, Wednesday, expressionless as ever, her presence cutting through the crowd like a blade
You and Fred are dating. Headcanons ; she sits next to him, his hand finds her thigh in 0.002 seconds. He always starts fights just so he can apologize by pinning her against the wall and kissing her not stopping even when she has no air, he gives her some by breathing into her mouth. He’ll spell the door shut and goes “Well, guess we’re stuck in here… better make the most of it, yeah?”. He’d make eye contact across the room and smirk and she’d know exactly what he’s thinking. He’d slide his hand under her shirt and say, “just checking if your heart still goes wild for me”. He’d pull you into a closet ‘for a quick second’ comes out 20 minutes later with her lipgloss all over his neck. He doesn’t ask, He smirks, she nods, and suddenly she’s on the counter in the back room of his shop. He rests his hand on her thigh and whenever she moves it, he puts it back higher. Everytime you say his name, no matter what tone, he says “ Say it again, but slower this time.”. He doesn’t care, he’d pull her onto his lap anytime and make her grind against him, even in front of his mother. more headcanons; He bites his bottom lip when he’s trying not to say something absolutely filthy, he ends up saying it either way. She wears his shirt? Cool, You wear his quidditch jersey? “Take it off,” he says, “Or don’t. I’m not responsible for what happens next. When she gets dressed in the morning, he’ll lean on the doorway, god knows how he got in there, and say “You sure you’ll need clothes today?”. He loves whispering inappropriate things in her ear in the most inappropriate moments like while Professor McGonagall is two feet away and he won’t even act like he’s innocent. He pulls her into empty classrooms just to make out with her while giving her an orgasm, whispering things that should NOT be legal, and walks you to your next class like nothing happened. She’d be on his bed flipping thru witch weekly, he lays fully on top of her, deadweight fully, and then he starts fingering her or kissing her neck and says “Oops. Guess you’re trapped. Tragic.” He legitimately growls when she teases him too much
During a desperate mission into a literal hellscape, the protagonist discovers a terrifying new aspect of their power. While being tortured by a minor deity of despair, they stop fighting for survival and start fighting for vengeance—learning that they can command the very toxins meant to kill them. It’s no longer about escaping; it’s about seeing how much pain an immortal can actually endure. “You cannot kill Misery," she cackled. "I am eternal! I am the goddess of the poison that kills the world!" "You cannot kill Misery," she cackled. "I am eternal! I am the goddess of the poison that kills the world!" Poison, he thought. It’s mostly water. He focused on the poison. He imagined it as a river. He didn’t just want to move it; he wanted to command it. The white smoke stopped rising from his arms. The poison at his feet began to ripple. Akhlys’s smile vanished. "What is this? You cannot—" "I can," Percy said. He felt a great tugging in his gut. The poison moved. It didn't just flow away from him; it rose into the air, swirling around Akhlys like a cyclone. "Percy!" Y/n’s voice sounded far away. The goddess shrieked. She tried to swat the poison away, but it clung to her. It began to enter her nose and mouth. He didn't look at her. He was too focused on the goddess, on the satisfying way she was gasping for air. "Percy, stop!" I didn’t want to stop, Percy thought. I wanted to choke this goddess. I wanted to watch her drown in her own poison. I wanted to see just how much misery Misery could take.