#Darker Waves Festival

[iloveasunflower]

Huntington Beach, what an amazing crowd. Maybe we should play more of these… festivals… Thank you for having us, @darkerwavesfest. 🌊

From Tears For Fears on Twitter.

[imustbeamermaidrango]

I got to see Chino Moreno sing live. That is all.

[mr-huntington-beach]

Where's Huntington Beach: Unveiling the Charms of Surf City

Nestled along the sun-kissed shores of Southern California, Huntington Beach, often affectionately known as "Surf City," is a coastal gem that seamlessly blends laid-back beach vibes with a vibrant community spirit. Located in Orange County, what makes this city is not just a spot on the map, but a destination that captures hearts and waves alike.

Geography:

Huntington Beach is situated in Orange County, approximately 40 miles south of Los Angeles. Boasting a stretch of over 8 miles of pristine coastline, the city is a mecca for surfers, beach enthusiasts, and those seeking the quintessential Californian experience. The iconic Huntington Beach Pier, extending into the Pacific, serves as a symbol of the city's coastal allure.

Community Spirit:

One of the defining features of Huntington Beach is its strong sense of community. The residents, known for their laid-back attitude and friendliness, contribute to the warm and welcoming atmosphere. The city hosts various community events throughout the year, fostering a sense of togetherness. From local farmers' markets to neighborhood festivals, there's always something happening to bring people closer.

Special Events:

Huntington Beach comes alive with a myriad of special events that cater to diverse tastes. The annual U.S. Open of Surfing attracts world-class surfers and spectators alike, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere. The Fourth of July celebrations, complete with a spectacular fireworks display over the ocean, draw crowds from far and wide. Additionally, the Surf City Nights street fair, held every Tuesday, showcases local artisans, musicians, and delectable cuisine.

Recently we've had two successful events the Pacific Airshow and Darker Waves Festival. Even the rain and wind of the cold November night for the Darker Waves could not keep people from attending the music festival at Huntington Beach City Beach. I will say it was an awesome moment during the air show when the F-22, F-35 and P-51D Mustang flew together doing amazing coordinated stunts. In my opinion better than the Thunderbirds Finale.

School System: For families considering a move to Huntington Beach, the city boasts a commendable school system. The Huntington Beach City School District and the Huntington Beach Union High School District oversee a range of public schools known for their academic excellence and extracurricular offerings. The city's commitment to education is evident in the well-maintained campuses and dedicated teaching staff.

Edison High School: Nurturing Excellence in Academics and Beyond Edison High School, a cornerstone of the Huntington Beach Union High School District, stands as a beacon of academic achievement and community pride. Nestled in the heart of Huntington Beach, Edison High has earned a stellar reputation for its commitment to excellence. With a dedicated faculty and a wide range of academic programs, the school provides students with a solid foundation for success. Beyond the classrooms, Edison High is known for its vibrant extracurricular activities, including competitive sports teams, award-winning arts programs, and clubs that cater to diverse interests. The Chargers, as the students are affectionately known, not only excel academically but also embody a spirit of camaraderie that contributes to the overall sense of community within the school.

Huntington Beach High School: Where Tradition Meets Innovation Huntington Beach High School, another jewel in the educational landscape of Surf City, seamlessly blends tradition with innovation. With a history dating back to the early 1900s, the school has stood the test of time, consistently adapting to the evolving needs of its students. The Oilers, the school's mascot, take pride in a comprehensive curriculum that prepares students for both college and the workforce. The campus, surrounded by palm trees and just a stone's throw from the iconic Huntington Beach Pier, provides an inspiring backdrop for learning. From championship-winning sports teams to an array of performing arts programs, Huntington Beach High School embodies a holistic approach to education, fostering not only academic growth but also personal development and a sense of community that extends well beyond graduation.

Why People Come to Huntington Beach:

Surfing Paradise: With waves that beckon both beginners and seasoned surfers, Huntington Beach is a surfing paradise. The Surf City designation is not just a title; it's a way of life.

Outdoor Recreation: Beyond the beaches, the city offers a plethora of outdoor activities. From biking along the scenic trails to exploring the Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve, nature lovers find ample reasons to stay active.

Cultural Scene: Huntington Beach strikes a balance between beach culture and a thriving arts scene. The Huntington Beach Art Center and the International Surfing Museum are testaments to the city's cultural richness.

Huntington Beach is NOT just a dot on the map; it's THE lifestyle. Whether you're drawn by the crashing waves, the tight-knit community, or the diverse events, Surf City USA has a way of making you feel like you've found your own piece of paradise on the coast.

Come for the sunsets, stay for the surf, and discover why Huntington Beach is more than a location—it's a destination worth exploring.

Conrad Mazeika

Mr. Huntington Beach Real Estate

315 7th St D

Huntington Beach, CA 92648

949-310-4110

[mbeezkneez]

Darker Waves today

[wonderlesch]

Can’t Miss November 2023 Events

Hey There November Lovers! Ready to dive in headfirst into all the exciting events this month has to offer. There are Sci-Fi conventions, Music Festivals, Beer Festivals and more. Click the link, grab your calendar and let's make November busy!

Hello and Welcome to my next Travel Destination Guide Blog Post Can’t Miss November 2023 Events. Here I share Orlando Beer Festival, TusCon’s Sci-Fi Fantasy Convention, Disco Trip Music Festival and several other can’t miss events. Get your calendars out and start planning your next November getaway! Orlando Beer Festival November 4, 2023 Scheduled the first Saturday in November Orlando Beer…

[imustbeamermaidrango]

I'm going to see Drab Majesty this Novemburrrrrrrr

😎😁🌚

Darker Waves Fest 2023

[melancholydoll]

Darker Waves @ Huntington Beach

[goldengodcannibal]

Everyone gets to see AFI tomorrow but MEEEEE

[senoritafish]

So, this is going on on the beach about a mile from my house. A few the of artists I wouldn't have minded seeing, but a bit pricey for my blood.

This thing is, we can hear it fairly clearly. I think it started last night and I just thought some of our neighbors were being loud. Weirdly enough I was listening to 91X (a San Diego station that comes in here when the weather is favorable) a few weeks ago, and they were giving away tickets for this. They're a 2 hour drive south of us, but I don't recall hearing about it on local stations.

[schisms]

umm……leem and i are gonna go see alice in chains :}

[iloveasunflower]

Thank you Huntington Beach, you were the Hyena’s hymen 😊. What’s the collective noun for Goths? A gaggle of Goths? It was an absolute joy @darkerwavesfest

from Curt Smith on Twitter

[imustbeamermaidrango]

Drab Majesty <3 <3 <3

[yanderecrazysie]

Yandere Christmas: Day 3 - "Caught Under Mistletoe" (Oikawa Tooru)

The gym was impeccably decorated and the festive lights sparkled like red and green stars. It was a casual team celebration, according to Oikawa, but everything was done so perfectly it was hard to believe he thought this was “casual”.

You lingered at the snack table, the hand holding your hot chocolate trembling a little under the captain’s steely, determined gaze from across the room. Every time you locked eyes, his charming smile grew darker somehow, as though he’d suddenly sprouted fangs. 

“(Y/n)!” Oikawa called, his voice overly-cheerful. You tried to slip away immediately, but he held out an arm and grinned down at you, “You aren’t hiding, are you?” He feigned hurt when you were slow to shake your head.

“It’s the holidays, so we should be spreading joy, shouldn’t we?” he hummed as he sprinkled miniature marshmallows into your cocoa.

Before you could respond, his gaze shifted upwards and his expression turned predatory. Following his eyes you saw the sprig of mistletoe dangling innocently above your heads.

Your heart dropped.

“Oh, what’s this?” Oikawa cooed, “Mistletoe? How unexpected…”

You stepped back but his hand grasped your arm in an iron grip, keeping you in place. “It’s tradition, (Y/n),” he said seriously.

“It’s a stupid tradition,” you replied, trying to rip your arm free.

“Stupid? Oh no no, it’s a sacred tradition. We wouldn’t want to disrespect the holiday spirit now, would we?” His grin was victorious, terrifying.

His free hand reached up to cup your cheek. “Don’t be shy, it’s just one little kiss.”

And that kiss was hungry, searching for more as his lips crashed into yours. He didn’t deepen it, to your relief, but you could feel all of the passion he felt for you in that “one little kiss”.

He pulled away, his tongue swiping across his lips as though to savor your taste. He patted you gently on the cheek and walked away, leaving you an emotional wreck.

As he left, he waved cheerfully and sent a smirk over his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/n).”

[monster-disaster]

[elf] Everen +1

elf!Everen x human!Reader Good to know: barely any spice

Summary: You barely get to the party but Everen already wants to leave.

Tell me again, why do I have to be here? The bright light of his phone illuminates his sharp features. The bluish glow follows the straight slope of his nose and the curve of his lips. They are currently twisted into a frown.

Because it’s your brother’s party, comes the reply after a few seconds, and Everen scoffs softly, his thumb hovering over the screen.

Where are you anyway? he sends back.

I’ll be there in a sec.

Everen huffs in displeasure but lets the conversation drop, sliding his phone into the back pocket of his tight jeans. He glances around, eyes skimming over the dimly lit room. The string of lights cast everything in shifting hues of orange and purple, making it feel like he is trapped in a nightmare full of carved pumpkins and fake bats. Shadows dance across the walls, stretching into long, twisted shapes that sway in time with the bass-heavy music. Paper ghosts and cobwebs hang from the ceiling, all cheap and hastily arranged, fluttering in the slight draft from an open window. Their eerie glow mingles with the festive lights.

The elf shifts his weight, trying to find a comfortable spot against the wall while glancing at the entrance door every now and again. He grits his teeth and forces himself to stay put, resisting the urge to bolt back outside into the cool night air. He’d promised to at least try to enjoy himself tonight, but it’s a promise that feels thinner by the second. As thin as the fake fog pooling around his feet.

“I see you are having fun, brother,” a familiar voice cuts through the thumping music.

Everen rolls his eyes, the irritation clear on his face as he turns his gaze toward the source. His younger brother stands there, dressed in a sleek black suit with fake vampire fangs that catch the dim light when he grins. His hair, a few shades darker than Everen’s, is tied back with a leather strap. It gives him a slightly rakish look that matches his playful attitude.

“Don’t even start,” Everen grunts, but his gruff demeanor only earns a warm, joyful laugh from Eenor. The sound is bright in the roar of the party.

“Where is your pretty assistant?” the younger elf teases, leaning in just enough to be heard over the music. “Maybe she’d lift your spirit.”

“She is on her way,” Everen replies. His tone is guarded as he narrows his eyes at his brother. Since when did he pay attention to whether you were pretty or not? He studies him, searching for the usual hint of mischief, but his brother’s grin is as easygoing as ever.

The older elf shifts his stance, trying to dismiss the discomfort that prickles at the back of his mind. His brother’s grin, paired with those ridiculous fake fangs, seems far too amused, and Everen’s suspicion only deepens.

“Oh,” Eenor breaks the silence after a few seconds, his grin widening as he glances toward the door. “She is here.”

Everen straightens instinctively at his brother’s words, a reflex that irritates him the moment he catches himself doing it. He follows his brother’s gaze to the entrance, where you’re busy maneuvering your coat onto one of the overcrowded racks. The noise of the party fades for a moment in his ears as he takes you in. Your tight black jeans hug your curves like a second skin. A loose white button-up shirt, clearly a few sizes too big for you, is tucked neatly into the waistband.

Next to him, his brother lets out a laugh, and Everen shoots him an irritated, confused look. The young elf's amusement only deepens, and Everen’s frown tightens. He shifts on his feet, the party’s rhythm pressing against his mind, but he can’t quite tear his gaze away from you as you finally manage to hang your coat and turn toward the room, scanning the crowd.

“We are here, Y/N!” Eenor shouts, waving his hand above the crowd to catch your attention.

You spot them quickly and navigate through the guest with a grin on your face. “Hey,” you greet as you approach, giving a quick glance around the room. “The party looks good,” you add, taking in the vibrating lights and playful decorations.

Everen, standing rigidly beside his brother, has to bite his lip to stop himself from scoffing at your comment.

He eyes you, frowning slightly. “What are you supposed to be?” His gaze sweeps over your outfit again.

You grin up at him, eyes glinting with mischief. “You.”

Everen’s eyes widen in surprise, his lips parting slightly. Meanwhile, his brother’s booming laughter fills the space between you, his amusement echoing off the walls.

“That’s great, Y/N!” the elf laughs, clapping you on the shoulder. “I love it. Let me grab you something to drink.”

“Thanks,” you reply with a chuckle, watching him head off before turning your attention back to Everen. You tilt your head, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “So? What do you think?”

Everen scowls, his arms crossing over his chest as he stares down at you. “You are not me.”

“Of course I am,” you retort, raising an eyebrow as you gesture to his outfit. He’s in his usual attire; fitted jeans and a crisp white shirt that hugs his lean frame perfectly. The resemblance is amusing, especially since you clearly put in some effort, unlike Everen, who didn’t even bother with a costume.

“It looks stupid,” he grunts, a frown etched on his face.

You blink at him, unimpressed. “Yeah,” you respond dryly. “I’m the one who looks stupid.” Your voice drips with sarcasm.

The room is a chaotic mix of dramatic capes, fake blood, and short skirts, with people leaning into the theme of the night with exaggerated enthusiasm. Around you, everyone is dressed as vampires, horror movie killers, and the inevitable assortment of slutty nuns and nurses.

Everen glances around again, following your gaze, and his scowl deepens as he watches someone stumble past in a cheap Frankenstein costume. The thick green paint on the guy’s face looks like it might peel off at any moment, and the elf can’t help but roll his eyes. A group of witches in matching hats giggle in one corner while a pair of ghostly figures with sheets draped over their heads approach them, looking more comical than scary.

“They look stupid, too,” he mutters in stubborn defiance.

You can’t help but chuckle at his irritation. You are used to this by now. “But that’s the point!” you reply, your voice bright with laughter. “It’s Halloween. It’s all about being over-the-top and having fun.”

Everen shoots you a sidelong glance. “Fun for who?” he counters, eyebrow arched. “Not for me. I would rather be anywhere but here.”

You roll your eyes again, exasperated. “It doesn’t matter where you are, you always want to be somewhere else.”

A slow, sly grin pulls at the corners of his lips as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You know that’s not true.”

Your breath hitches at the meaning behind his words. Ever since you followed him to Ironridge, you find yourself in his arms quite often, much to your annoyance and his satisfaction.

“No,” you reply firmly, stepping back to create some distance between you, though your body betrays you immediately, craving the warmth he radiates. “It’s a party. We are here for your brother.”

Everen grunts, scanning the crowd until he spots his younger sibling among a group of angels with fluffy fake wings and short skirts. He is sipping from the disgustingly orange punch he originally intended for you.

“I think he is fine without us,” he mutters dismissively.

“Everen,” you groan. He doesn't even have to say anything, you already know his thoughts.

Your boss turns back to you. A smirk plays on his lips, and his eyes glint with mischief. “You can’t tell me you don't want the same thing,” he challenges.

You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure even though you can feel the heat pooling in your belly. “This isn’t about me,” you insist stubbornly.

“Right,” he replies, sarcasm dripping from his words. “Just here for my brother, huh?”

"No," you reply. "I'm here because you wouldn't be here otherwise."

By the time you found out about the party, Everen had at least ten excuses to stay out of it.

"Come on," the male hums, stepping closer until his breath fans over your ear, warming you up from the inside out.

"People will see," you reason, though it sounds weak even for you.

"So?" He asks, wrapping his arms around your middle until you are pressed against his lean body.

You tilt your head to frown up at him, catching the faint smirk playing on his lips. “So?” you echo.

Your relationship with Everen is nothing short of a mess. He is your boss, a fact that should keep things strictly professional, but instead, it’s become another layer of tension. You sleep together, argue over the smallest things, and sometimes share lazy mornings like a couple. Yet, neither of you has dared to put a name to it. Most days, you’re both too caught up in your banter to dive into what this really means.

The elf, instead of answering, shrugs and shifts with an effortless motion, maneuvering you both until you find yourself between him and the wall. The fake spiderwebs hanging from the shelves above stick to your shirt, but none of you care about it.

"Everen," you warn, but your voice falters, betraying you as it slips into a breathless gasp when he slides his leg between yours, pressing up just enough to make your thoughts scatter. The closeness, the firm heat of his thigh against you, sends a rush of heat through your body. "Wha—" you try to form the question, but the word dies on your lips once again when the elf leans down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s as impatient as it is demanding.

You fall into his rhythm easily. Your body responds instinctively to the way his lips move against yours, taking everything he can from you. The hunger between you hums beneath the pulse of the loud music surrounding you. Each beat thrums through your veins and ripples down your spine. Your hands glide upward, fingers slipping along the firm lines of his neck before tangling into his white-blond hair. The strands are soft between your fingers as you pull him closer, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss.

"See?" Everen murmurs against your lips. His voice is a low rumble that you can feel as much as hear. His breath is warm and teasing, brushing over your flushed skin. "Nobody cares." His words carry a cocky edge, and before you can say anything, he moves his leg, pressing it more firmly between your thighs.

The shift sends a jolt of heat through you. The friction through the thick fabric of your jeans is maddening. It’s not enough to ease the ache building inside you, but just enough to make you crave more. The pressure is perfectly placed, grinding against your clit with every subtle shift of his body, making your breath hitch and your knees threaten to go weak. You bite back a whimper, clinging to his shoulders for support as your head falls back against the wall.

"Just say the word, and we can go back to my place." His mouth brushes over the corner of your lips, not quite kissing you again, but close enough to let you feel his smile, triumphant and amused.

"You are insufferable," you groan, half-annoyed, half-aroused.

The elf chuckles. His chest rumbles against yours. "Tell me something I don't know."

With feigned annoyance, you let out a dramatic sigh. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, though, as you look up at him. "Let's get out of here, then."

The moment the words leave your lips, Everen’s smile morphs into a wicked smirk. A spark of mischief gleams in his eyes underneath the vibrating lights of the party that faded into the background a long time ago. "That’s what I like to hear."

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[mimisempai]

Oh Christmas tree

Summary

Aziraphale manages to drag Crowley out to look for a Christmas tree in the small woods behind the cottage. But Crowley's bad mood disappears when the search turns into a snowball fight and ends in a couch cuddle in front of a roaring fire.

Notes

First festive season in the South Dow

On Ao3

Rating G -  1255 words

"You sure you don't like this one, Angel?"

Crowley flipped the catalog over to Aziraphale and showed him a page.

"No, no, no, it's a real Christmas tree or nothing!"

The demon replied in a coaxing tone, "How about a little miracle?"

The angel continued as he pulled on his boots, "No, we've got a forest right behind our house, it'd be silly not to make the most of it."

"But it's been snowing and it's cold and-"

"We'll move, so you'll warm up quickly."

Seeing that he'd lost the argument again, Crowley shuffled to his feet, then pulled on his boots and winter coat, grumbling to make his disagreement clear.

"Why put up with the cold... a snap of the fingers, a wave of the hand, and it's all over. Besides, it's almost dark."

Dressed to go out, he turned back to the angel and almost stumbled because Aziraphale was right next to him. Crowley didn't have time to react as the angel placed a woolly beanie on his head and, after planting a light kiss on his nose, said in a soothing tone, "Come on, stop grumbling."

The demon had never been able to resist the angel's happy, excited expression in several millennia, so of course he would stop grumbling.

But a little later.

He wasn't going to let the angel win so easily.

He followed Aziraphale outside with one last desolate look at the fireplace.

They stopped at the garden shed to pick up the axe and headed for the small wood at the end of the garden.

As they went deeper into the woods, it grew darker and the path narrower, forcing them to walk one behind the other. Crowley felt his bad mood dissipate as he followed Aziraphale, who whistled Christmas carols, the tassel of his bonnet swaying in time with his stride.

A better mood meant the return of mischief, and the demon wasn't about to be denied.

Aziraphale, unaware of anything, kept walking forward when he was suddenly startled by something that hit him in the back. 

Turning around, he had just enough time to see Crowley hiding behind a tree.

"Oh, I see..."

The angel placed the axe against a tree, then, with a determined look on his face, bent down to gather some snow, formed it into a ball, and hurled it at the demon. Crowley stepped aside, thinking it would be easy to dodge, but Aziraphale moved his hand slightly and the snowball made an odd curve before landing smack in the middle of the demon's chest.

"Angel, you're cheating!"

Aziraphale, looking smug, retorted with a smirk, “Who says it's not my innate talent?”

"Oh, you'll regret that."

They continued their impromptu snow battle, where all tricks were allowed, for a few moments before resuming their path to a small clearing surrounded by pines of various shapes and sizes.

"This is it."

"Oh, I see, you've already done your research."

Aziraphale replied sheepishly, "Yes."

"It's okay, Angel, I feel better now. Especially since I won the battle."

"What? It was a dra-"

The angel had to interrupt himself because Crowley had just thrown a snowball at him and said in a smug tone, "Not anymore."

"Oh, you little..."

"All right, Angel, give me the axe and tell me which tree to cut down."

"Do you even know how to use it?"

"I may have been the nanny and you the gardener, but I think I can handle it."

Crowley struck a pose, one hand on his hip and the other on the axe, looking victorious.

Aziraphale chuckled and shook his head. 

"You make a good lumberjack, I must say. Come, it's time to find the perfect tree."

The angel moved among the trees, and each time he pointed to one, Crowley commented.

"It's a little crooked."

"Too wide."

"Too tall."

"Too bushy." 

Suddenly, Aziraphale turned and, seeing the demon's expression, realized that Crowley was mocking him.

"Crowley..."

He slowly approached Crowley and, without warning, dripped snow down the demon's neck. It was his turn to laugh, and Crowley squirmed as the snow trickled down his back.

The angel stood in front of him, striking a victorious pose.

"Now that it's a draw again, do you realize what a mistake you made?"

Voice slightly shaky from the snow now reaching his lower back, Crowley replied, "Y-yes.... The third was perfect."

Aziraphale chuckled and motioned to him, "Get busy cutting it, it'll warm you up."

He watched as the demon took the first swing of the axe, then raised his hand, made a small motion, and with the next swing of the axe, the tree fell.

Crowley, not fooled, said nothing and stepped forward to grab the trunk of the fallen pine.

"So, my dear, I won't be accused of cheating this time?"

"In this case, it's not cheating, it's using common sense."

Aziraphale chuckled as he approached, grabbed the trunk a little farther away, and lifting the tree in pairs, they began to slowly make their way back to their hut.

Some time later, after the tree had been hung to dry in the living room and a hot shower had been taken, the two of them were on the sofa, Crowley lying with his head in the angel's lap.

Two steaming cups of hot chocolate sat on the coffee table in front of them, spreading a pleasant aroma throughout the room.

Aziraphale, stroking Crowley's hair with one hand, said teasingly, "Well, it's much better than one of your artificial horrors, isn't it?"

Crowley chuckled and replied, "See what you say when it starts to dry out and you have to sweep out the thorns every day."

Aziraphale replied, "First of all, WE will have to sweep the thorns every day, and secondly, that's part of the charm of this time of year."

Crowley grumbled but did not respond.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, however, the demon grasped the hand with which Aziraphale was stroking his hair and asked softly, “Why were you so adamant on the subject of the tree? I sense there's more to you than your love for old, traditional things."

He felt Aziraphale freeze slightly before the angel replied, "Actually, it's because it's our first Christmas here, our first Christmas as... us. I don't want anything that's artificial, almost not... real, you know. I know it's just a tree and-"

"I understand, Angel, and I agree."

Crowley straightened and, taking the angel's hand back in his, said gently, "But give me a little heads-up next time. I wouldn't have protested so much if I'd known the real reason in the first place."

"Sorry, some habits die hard."

"Okay, let's put that on the list of good resolutions for next year. For you and for me."

"What?"

"Dare to say what we really want."

Aziraphale, realizing what Crowley meant, nodded.

"That's a good resolution."

"I think so too."

Aziraphale then asked, "And what do you really want right now?"

Crowley brought his face close to the angel and playfully replied, "How about I show you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the demon closed the distance between them and kissed Aziraphale's lips tenderly.

Then he pulled back and added in the same tone, "And while we're at it, I think we should add another resolution to the list right away."

"Which is?"

"Increase the kissing quota for next year."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"Idiot."

The angel's laughter was quickly interrupted by Crowley, who hadn't waited for the New Year to implement this new resolution.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[thedemonofcat]

Abandoned by Geralt on the mountain, Jaskier, heartbroken and alone, stumbles into the depths of a shadowy forest. There, he encounters a puck—a mischievous spirit and the eternal host of a never-ending woodland revel. Drawn to Jaskier's sorrow, the puck offers him an escape from his pain through its intoxicating festivities.

At first, Jaskier loses himself in the vibrant celebration, finding a fleeting solace in the music and laughter. Yet, as the days pass, a darker truth about his circumstances begins to unfold.

When Geralt learns of Jaskier’s predicament, a wave of urgency grips him. With the next full moon only five days away, he faces a race against time to find Jaskier and bring him back before it’s too late.