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haunted ═╬ act III: the woman in the painting

♱ content tags: centuries old vampire! seonghwa x fem reader, vampire au, gothic romance, gothic horror, necklace fucking (?), using pearl necklace as pussy beads, fingering, cum eating, story takes place circa early 1900s, reincarnation, smut, angst, forbidden love, slowburn, lots of yearning, no happy ending, blood, satanism, animal cruelty, nosferatu/bram stroker’s dracula/edward scissorhands vibes

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The weeks passed in a blur, the crisp autumn air gradually replacing the lingering warmth of summer. The trees surrounding the Count’s estate were beginning to shed their leaves, scattering shades of gold and crimson across the grounds. You had grown used to your tasks, and even more so to the rhythm of the Count’s presence.

Though his demeanor was often reserved, he had softened in small ways—an occasional kind word, a fleeting smile. These moments sent your heart racing in ways you tried to suppress, but it was futile. He was charming, his allure impossible to ignore. Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself looking forward to his appearance, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

Tonight was no different. You finished raking the leaves that blanketed the garden, humming softly as you worked. The sun cast long shadows across the grounds, the sky painted in hues of orange and purple. Gathering the last pile of leaves into a neat heap, you set the rake aside and stretched, savoring the quiet beauty of the evening.

A sudden rustling caught your attention. You turned to see a sleek black cat darting out from behind a bush. It stopped a few paces away, staring at you with unblinking, golden eyes. A strange sense of deja vu washed over you, though you couldn’t place why.

“Where did you come from?” you murmured, stepping closer.

The cat meowed softly, its tail flicking once before it bolted toward the open door of the estate.

“Wait!” you called, hurrying after it.

It moved quickly, its black fur blending into the dimly lit interior as it bounded up the grand staircase. You hesitated at the bottom step, your heart thudding. The Count’s rules about the upstairs were clear, but the thought of the cat clawing at his furniture—or worse, his paintings—spurred you forward.

Taking the steps two at a time, you followed the cat’s swift movements. It slipped into a room at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. You approached cautiously, pushing the door open just enough to peek inside.

Your breath hitched.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the descending sunset, illuminating rows upon rows of paintings leaning against walls and scattered across the floor. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the air. The cat sat perched on a stool near the center of the room, its tail curling lazily as it observed you.

You stepped inside carefully, your eyes widening as you took in the sheer volume of artwork. Most were landscapes—lush forests, serene lakes, and vibrant meadows. The detail was astonishing, each brushstroke imbued with life.

But then your gaze shifted to a different set of paintings, ones that made your cheeks flush.

Nudes.

You froze, the heat rising to your face as your eyes lingered on the delicate curves and shadowed contours of the women. They were striking, their poses artful and sensual. Your discomfort deepened when you noticed that one of the figures seemed… familiar.

Your breath caught. The woman in the painting bore a resemblance to you—not an exact likeness, but close enough to unsettle you. Her features were softer, her hair styled in a different time, but the eyes… they mirrored yours in a way that sent a chill down your spine.

You took a step back, your pulse quickening.

“Y/N,” came the Count’s voice, low and sharp from the doorway.

You spun around, heart leaping to your throat. He stood there, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes locked on you. He didn’t seem angry. Instead, his expression softened, worry—perhaps even concern—filled his eyes. His gaze moved from your flushed face to the painting of the nude woman, then back to you.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you stammered, words spilling out in a rush. “The cat—it ran into the house and came straight up here. I didn’t want it to ruin anything, so I—”

“It’s alright,” he interrupted gently, his voice calm but firm.

You stopped, biting your lip nervously, watching as he stepped closer and bent down to scoop up the cat. The sleek black creature immediately began to purr in his arms, nuzzling against his hand as he stroked its fur.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, this time in a whisper.

A thick silence hung in the air. You wanted to leave, but your feet refused to obey, keeping you rooted to the spot. Despite yourself, your eyes flicked back to the painting—the one that had startled you so much.

He noticed.

“It’s not proper for a lady such as yourself to look at,” he said, stepping closer, his voice lowering in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. “In Italy, it’s different. I studied art there, and the nude is seen as something natural, even divine. Here, my clients want something a little more—family friendly. So, I’ve made the shift to making nature scenes.”

You swallowed hard as he moved closer, the warmth of his presence making your pulse race. His gaze was steady, and as he spoke, his tone took on a certain reverence.

“The Renaissance,” he said, his voice steady, “was a return to the classical ideals of Greece and Rome, a time when humanity stood at the heart of creation. It marked the rise of Humanism—the idea that, despite its imperfections, mankind is a reflection of divine perfection. The nude was revered as a symbol of that sacred beauty, portrayed without shame or indecency. It wasn’t about desire or scandal; it was about capturing truth and honoring the sublime.”

Your eyes darted back to the woman in the painting. She reclined lazily, resting against a soft mattress. She is partially draped in a soft, flowing fabric that cascades around her body, revealing her form with elegance and grace. The only attire she bore was a string of pearls cascading around her neck. Her posture is relaxed, her arms resting behind her head, and a gentle smile graces her face, as if someone was whispering sweet nothings to her. You cleared your throat finally. “I… I see that now. It’s… beautiful.”

His brow arched slightly, as if surprised by your comment, but the corner of his mouth twitched, almost imperceptibly, into what might have been a smile. “You really think so?”

You nodded, your voice soft. “It’s detailed. Expressive. I can see the care you put into it.”

For a moment, his expression shifted, almost as if he were caught between pride and something more intimate—a connection, perhaps.

“Who is she?” you asked hesitantly, breaking the fragile silence.

His gaze lingered on the painting for a moment before he spoke, his voice quieter, tinged with an emotion you weren’t familiar with seeing him with. “She was my wife.”

The words struck you, their weight hanging in the air.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmured, your chest tightening with empathy.

He didn’t respond immediately, his attention fixed on the painting as if searching for something long lost. Finally, he said, “It was a long time ago.” His tone was flat, devoid of the warmth that had just been there.

The cat let out a soft meow, breaking the tension.

“The studio is a private place,” he said, his tone shifting to something authoritative. “But… I appreciate your concern. Thank you for ensuring nothing was disturbed.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” you said quickly, your cheeks heating again. “It won’t happen again.”

His gaze softened slightly, though his expression remained unreadable. “See that it doesn’t. But… I don’t fault you for your curiosity.”

He turned, carrying the cat toward the door, but paused for a moment. “And, for what it’s worth,” he added, his voice quieter, “I’m glad you see the beauty in the work. It’s not something most people here care to understand.”

He left then, leaving you alone in the studio, your heart pounding as you took in the myriad of paintings once more. The weight of his words lingered, along with the unmistakable ache of his unspoken sorrow.

⸺

Every night, he haunted your dreams. Some nights, they unfolded like fragments of memories—intimate moments that felt impossibly real, yet foreign, as if they belonged to another life entirely. Other times, the dreams were a tangled haze, a blur of longing and unspoken desires. Each night, your yearning for him grew more insistent, gnawing at the edges of your thoughts, harder to push away when you woke.

This time, the dream placed you in your bed, lying on your side. The room around you was cast in a dim, golden glow, as if lit by candlelight. Everything felt heavier—the sheets, the air, even the weight of your own body.

His fingers pumped inside of you languidly, his chest pressed up against your back as he laid next to you. Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel his hot breath hitting the nape of your neck, his lips tracing over your soft skin gently. You pressed your face against your pillow, using it to muffle your moans after each thrust of his long fingers.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, making your nerves twist. “You know I like to hear you.”

He burrowed his fingers deeper inside of you and curled them tightly, the sounds of your filthy squelches now filling up the room. You tilted your head back, desperate whines leaving your lips as you were absorbed in ecstacy.

Your body stilled, your eyes feeling heavy as your release consumed you, his soft, plush lips nibbling at your neck while his thrusts slowed down.

His fingers left you, and he brought them up to his mouth, sucking and licking them clean of your sticky juices. He groaned at your taste, each suck not enough to fulfill him, leading him to crave more of you.

He brought his hand down again, rubbing the slick all over your raw skin. “One more.”

You shivered at his touch, your cunt overstimulated from cumming so much for him. Your body grew exhausted at each passing orgasm, the sheer sweat making your nightdress cling uncomfortably to your body, but not once did you deny him. You craved his touch just as much as he craved yours, the reward for your obedience too enticing to give up.

You nodded weakly at him, throat too dry to say anything more. His thumb pressed onto your clit, his voice soothing you into another round of pleasure.

“My sweet girl.”

⸺

You awoke the next morning, tangled in your sheets and feeling a familiar discomfort lingering just between your legs. The dreams were so vivid, and you got used to waking up with your undergarments stained with your arousal. You sighed, sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face, your lips forming an unconscious pout. It had ended too abruptly, leaving you yearning for more—more of his touch, his voice, his closeness. The way his presence lingered in your thoughts unsettled you, yet it was impossible to deny how much you craved it.

You sat on the edge of your bed, clutching the hem of your nightdress as a wave of shame washed over you. Longing for the very man you served—dreaming such intimate, improper things about him—felt dangerous, almost reckless. This wasn’t a harmless crush anymore. It had grown into something more consuming, something darker.

An obsession.

The thought turned your stomach. You were disgusted with yourself. How could you let your mind wander so far? He was your employer, a man burdened by grief, and you were nothing more than his hired help. What would he think if he knew the things you fantasized about him?

You pressed your palms to your face, willing the heat in your cheeks to fade. "Get a hold of yourself," you muttered, as if scolding your heart would make it beat any slower when he was near.

At least you had the day to yourself to help clear your head. While the Count slept, you busied yourself tidying up the house, scrubbing, sweeping, and organizing as the morning light poured through the tall windows. Your thoughts drifted aimlessly, but you tried to push them away, focusing instead on the tasks at hand.

As you made your way into the dining room, a sigh escaped your lips. The familiar sight greeted you again: the bowl of stew, untouched. The spoon rested at the same angle you’d left it, the once-warm broth now congealed and unappetizing. Sometimes, the Count had the decency to throw the food away, sparing your feelings, but other times, like now, he simply left it behind as if he’d forgotten it entirely.

You frowned, lifting the bowl and turning it over in your hands as though inspecting it might explain why he didn’t eat. How could someone go on like this—sleeping through the day, working endlessly through the night, with seemingly no sustenance to keep him going?

Grief. The word slipped into your mind unbidden. It must be eating him alive, you thought. You set the bowl down gently, your fingers lingering on the edge as a pang of pity hit you. He was so mysterious, so closed off, but moments like these revealed a fragility you couldn’t ignore. A part of you wanted to understand him, to reach out and offer comfort, but another part—a stronger part—warned you to stay distant.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the bowl and carried it to the kitchen to clean, telling yourself it wasn’t your place to worry. But the unease lingered, settling in your chest like a weight you couldn’t quite shrug off.

⸺

The castle felt especially quiet as you tidied up that morning, the echo of your own footsteps filling the halls. While dusting the shelves in the kitchen, you noticed the pantry shelves were growing bare—flour, sugar, and a few other essentials were nearly gone. With a sigh, you knew there was no avoiding it. You’d have to venture down into town.

You groaned at the thought of the long walk downhill and the prying eyes of the townspeople. It was never a pleasant experience; they always seemed to whisper or stare as you passed by. Still, the Count needed his meals, and you had an idea to try something new—a sweet treat, perhaps an apple pie. Maybe that would finally tempt his appetite.

When you reached the market, the stalls were bustling with activity. You took your time browsing, your eyes scanning the piles of red and orange brushed apples displayed in wooden crates. They looked perfect, plump and ripe. You ran your fingers over the smooth skin of one as you imagined how the pie might turn out.

But your calm was broken by a sudden commotion. Shouts and murmurs rose in the distance, and you turned your head toward the source. A crowd was gathering near the edge of the market, voices growing louder and more frantic.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you hurried over to see what was happening. The crowd parted slightly, revealing a dead calf sprawled on the ground. Its throat was torn open, dried blood pooling beneath it. The sight made your stomach churn.

“What happened?” you asked someone nearby.

“Another attack,” the man said grimly. “It was found in the square this morning.”

“I lost a cow too!” another farmer called out, his voice shaking with anger. “Found her this morning, just like this one—opened up and bled dry.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by uneasy whispers.

“This isn’t natural,” an older man said, shaking his head. “It’s like somethin’ out of a nightmare.”

“I saw somethin’ last night,” another farmer interjected, his face pale. “By my barn. A figure—dark, shadowy. It wasn’t human, I swear it wasn’t.”

“Who else could it be?” the first farmer spat, his voice rising with fury. “It has to be him! The Count!”

A hush fell over the crowd.

“Him? Really?” someone finally asked.

“Yes, him!” the farmer continued. “Lives up there in that eerie castle, never comes down except at night. Probably takin’ the blood for some satanic ritual—or worse, eatin’ them alive!”

The accusation sent a ripple of fear and agreement through the crowd.

“That’s enough!” you snapped, stepping forward before you could stop yourself.

All eyes turned to you, the market falling silent save for the rustle of wind through the trees.

“You have no proof of any of this,” you said, your voice steady but sharp. “And yet, you’re ready to blame a man who’s done nothing but keep to himself? Do you even realize how ridiculous you sound? Satanic rituals? Eating cattle? You sound like children telling ghost stories.”

The first farmer glared at you, his jaw tightening. “And who are you to defend him, huh? You work for him, don’t you?”

“I do,” you replied, meeting his glare with your own. “And I can tell you he’s no devil worshipper. Maybe you should spend less time spinning tales and more time taking care of your cattle. This is an obvious wolf attack. We had them on the ranch where I grew up.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “If you’re so certain he’s behind this, then why don’t you march up to the castle and confront him yourself? Oh, that’s right—you won’t. Because you know deep down how absurd this all is.”

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, the men muttering under their breath as they exchanged uneasy glances. They didn’t press the issue, but the tension lingered in the air.

You turned back to the apple vendor, your pulse still racing. “I’ll take these,” you said, handing over a few coins and bagging the apples.

As you walked away from the market, the crowd’s murmurs faded behind you, but your frustration lingered, bubbling just beneath the surface. The ignorance and fear of the townspeople made your blood boil. How could they be so quick to condemn someone they barely knew?

You thought back to what Mr. Kang had said about them. The townsfolk had a few screws loose, no doubt about it. Their boredom, lack of education, and excessive piety made them turn to gossip like moths to a flame. And for what? Because the Count didn’t attend their church? Didn’t partake in their social activities? That somehow made him a demonic spirit, capable of dark rituals and unholy acts?

It was absurd—laughable even, if it didn’t rile you so much. They blamed him for every misfortune in their lives, as if casting the shadow of their own grievances onto him would somehow solve their problems. It was easier, you supposed, to create a villain out of a recluse than to face their own shortcomings.

You adjusted your grip on the basket, your knuckles whitening with the effort. As the castle loomed closer, you couldn’t shake the thought of their wild accusations. It was ridiculous, yes, but it was also dangerous. Ignorance and fear had a way of growing into something worse, something volatile.

Yet, as you got closer to the castle, a shadow of doubt crept into your mind. The state of the calf —violently opened up and bled dry—gnawed at you. You recalled finding a few mangled cows on your family’s ranch before, but nothing like this. It was as if the predator had drained it completely, leaving nothing but an empty husk behind. What kind of animal would do that?

⸺

Night had fallen, and you bustled about in the kitchen, carefully removing the pie from the oven. The buttery, sugary scent of the golden lattice crust mingled with the warmth of the room, wrapping around you like a comforting hug. You clasped your hands together, beaming with pride at how beautifully it had turned out.

The sound of soft footsteps startled you, and you spun around to see the Count standing in the doorway. His presence was a surprise; it wasn’t like him to appear so early in the evening. His dark eyes wandered to the pie, and for a moment, his sharp features softened.

“Sir,” you said, quickly setting the pie down. “You must be starving. I’ll start dinner right away—”

“That smell,” he interrupted, his voice unusually gentle. “Is that apple pie?”

“It is,” you replied hesitantly, caught off guard by the faint glimmer of interest in his tone. “Would you like a slice?”

His brow furrowed, as if caught in an internal debate. He stepped closer, examining the intricate latticework with quiet intensity. “It looks…beautiful,” he admitted, his voice carrying a trace of warmth. Then, as if reminding himself, he added, “But I shouldn’t. I don’t usually eat such things.”

“Oh, come now!” you said, grabbing a knife before he could protest further. “Just one bite won’t hurt, will it?”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as though trying to resist. But when you flashed him a teasing smile and cut a perfect slice, his strength faltered. “I suppose,” he murmured, “just a small piece.”

You handed him the plate and spoon, watching as he sat down at the kitchen table, the golden glow of the lanterns casting soft shadows across his face. He stared at the pie for a long moment before finally taking a bite.

The change in his expression was subtle but unmistakable. His shoulders relaxed slightly, and his eyes closed for a brief moment as the flavors melted on his tongue. “It’s…delicious,” he said softly, as though the words cost him something to admit.

A quiet smile tugged at the corners of your lips, happy to finally see him enjoy your cooking. “I’m glad you like it. It’s an old recipe of my mother’s. Apple pie was always a favorite in our house.”

He paused mid-bite, his gaze distant. “My wife used to make apple pie,” he said, his voice tinged with a melancholy that made your chest ache. “She would spend hours perfecting the crust, just like this. It was her specialty.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the raw emotion in his tone. “It sounds like she was an incredible woman,” you said gently, your voice warm with sincerity. “It’s a lovely way to honor her memory, I think.”

His lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but the weight of his grief seemed to hold him back. “She was,” he said quietly. “She truly was.”

A heavy silence hung between you, and you saw his fingers tighten around the spoon as if grounding himself. Then, as if to break the somber mood, he took another bite of the pie. This time, the faintest hint of a smile broke through, bittersweet and fleeting, but there all the same.

Just as you felt the moment begin to ease, the Count suddenly lurched forward, his body wracked with violent coughs. “Sir!” you cried, rushing to his side as blood speckled his pale lips.

“It’s nothing,” he rasped, though his trembling form told a different story.

“It’s not nothing,” you insisted, panic rising in your chest. “You’re coughing up blood!”

He tried to wave you off, but his legs gave out beneath him, forcing you to catch him as he slumped forward. His skin was icy to the touch, and his breath came in shallow gasps.

“I’ll help you to your room,” you said firmly, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“No,” he muttered, shaking his head weakly. “Not there.”

With no time to argue, you guided him to your bed instead. He collapsed onto it, his pale face etched with pain. As you dabbed at his damp forehead with a cool cloth, his eyes fluttered shut.

“You’re burning up,” you murmured, your worry deepening. “You have a fever.”

“I’ll be fine,” he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction.

Ignoring his protests, you continued to tend to him, fetching water and whispering reassurances. Hours passed as you stayed by his side, watching helplessly as his condition wavered. His fever finally broke in the dead of night, but he remained unconscious, his breaths shallow and uneven.

You sat back in the chair by the bed, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. Despite his weakened state, there was something oddly serene about the Count as he slept. His dark hair fell in tousled waves across his forehead, a stark contrast to the usual perfection of his appearance. His features, so often guarded, were soft and vulnerable.

You couldn’t help but reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. A pang of something unnameable stirred in your chest as you took in his quiet beauty.

As the night wore on, fatigue finally claimed you. Without realizing it, you leaned against the bed, your head resting near his as you drifted off to sleep.

⸺

The world around you shifted, the faint glow of moonlight through the bedroom window dissolving into the warm hues of sunlight. You found yourself lying on a bed, softer than any you’d ever known, draped in a sheer blanket that did little to conceal the bare curve of your body. The air was still, the only sound being the faint scrape of a brush on canvas.

You lifted your head, your gaze landing on the familiar figure of the Count. He was standing behind an easel, his dark eyes peering over the edge of the canvas to study you with an intense focus that made your heart beat fast. His hands moved deftly, the brush in his grip capturing something on the blank surface that you couldn’t see.

“How much longer do I have to stay like this?” you asked, breaking the quiet. Your voice carried a teasing whine, though there was a genuine edge of boredom in it. “I’m tired.”

He didn’t respond at first, his focus unbroken as his gaze flicked between you and the painting. The sunrays from the grand window played across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the furrow of his brow.

“Seonghwa,” you called again, the name slipping from your lips as naturally as breathing.

This time, he stopped, lowering his brush. His eyes met yours, softening ever so slightly. “Just a little longer, my love” he said assuringly, his voice low and melodic. “I’m nearly finished.”

You huffed, letting your head fall back against the pillows in exaggerated defeat. “You said that an hour ago.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though he tried to suppress it. His clothing, richly adorned in what looked like 17th century garb, made him look regal yet familiar, as though he belonged to this moment as much as he did to you.

“Perfection takes time,” he said, dipping the brush into his palette and returning his attention to the canvas.

You pouted, pulling the blanket higher as if to shield yourself from his watchful gaze, the only thing visible being the pearly white necklace that rested against your collarbones. “It’s just a painting,” you muttered.

“It’s not just a painting,” he replied, stepping out from behind the easel. He moved closer, his long coat brushing against the floor. “It’s you. Every stroke, every shadow, must be just right.”

There was a reverence in his tone that made your cheeks warm. He crouched beside the bed, his face now level with yours. “You don’t see it, do you?” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “The way the light touches you? The way your soul shines through every curve, every detail?”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. His touch was tender, his words intimate, as though they were meant to be etched into your very being. His fingertips traced over your nose, to your lips, and down to your shoulders, playfully fingering the sheer fabric that was draped against your quivering body.

He took your pearl necklace into his hands, carefully examining it with lips parted open. “Aphrodite herself would come down and tear me to pieces if I did anything less than justice to her masterpiece.”

He had a way with words, his charm effortlessly delightful, but this time it didn’t sway you. “You’d rather paint me than touch me,” you pouted, your voice tinged with mock indignation.

Seonghwa grinned softly, a playful gleam lighting up his dark eyes. “Oh? Is that what you want?” he teased, his voice low and velvety. “You want me to touch you?”

He reached out and slowly pulled the sheer blanket down, revealing your bare form to him. Though he remained still at your side, his gaze roamed over you painstakingly slow. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of you, savoring the sight in silence.

Your frustration bubbled to the surface, heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m afraid if you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to tear you to pieces myself.”

A laugh escaped him, soft and rich, as though he was enjoying your boldness far too much. "Now that," he murmured, leaning in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath, "is an art I’d be curious to see."

His lips graced yours gently, their softness leaving you feeling warm and fuzzy. His fingers traced your perked nipples before pinching and twisting them, forcing a soft moan out from your lips, which he swallowed up with ease. Your hands slipped into his silky, black strands, pulling at them just perfectly enough to send blood rushing to his crotch.

“Do you do this with all the girls you paint, Count Park?” You asked, a faint touch of tease hinting in your tone.

His fingers found their way behind your neck, unclamping the gift he got you months before. He pulled the pearls down, running it slowly across your heaving chest, until you felt its coolness resting against your hot center.

“Only the ones that give me a hard time.” He grinned. His lips left yours for a brief moment, and he watched your core intently as he rubbed the expensive pearls over your throbbing clit.

You grabbed onto his arm tighter, the sensation happening between your legs feeling both blissful and empty. It just wasn’t enough. You needed him, and you needed him desperately.

“Why do you tease me like this?” You whined, your hips rolling as he continued his perverted ministrations. “I want to feel you.”

Seonghwa let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused, finding your impatience utterly endearing. He stuffed the long string of pearls into your wet pussy, smirking to himself in satisfaction with how well they slid into you.

“Patience, my love,” he said to you, though his attention was focused solely on how pretty your pussy lips looked, the chubby skin hugging the pearls so beautifully. “Have I ever denied you what you desire?”

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, the feeling foreign yet satisfying. He tugged on the necklace slowly, smirking to himself to the sounds of your pleading moans. He worked you like this for quite a while until he lost all restraint. He pulled your cum soaked necklace out from your needy hole, and replaced it with his warm tongue, spending the rest of the day between your soft thighs, the painting he was working so hard on now forgotten.

⸺

You stirred awake, his face and voice still lingering in your mind like whispers in the dark. Your body was damp with sweat, and a familiar wetness slicked your thighs, a shameful reminder of your perverted dream. You shifted, turning to the side, only to realize the Count was no longer there.

Your hand instinctively reached for the sheets where he had laid, but the spot was cold. He must have risen, you thought, feeling better and retreating to his chambers before dawn. The thought made you want to check on him, to be sure he was all right, but your body remained rooted to the bed.

The dream still clung to you, vivid and overwhelming, leaving you disoriented as you sat there. There was something hauntingly familiar about it, as if it wasn’t just a dream but instead an intimate memory.

You pressed your fingers to your temples, trying to make sense of it. Who could you confide in about this? The strange, lifelike dreams that left you trembling in their aftermath, the Count haunting you night after night with his touch, his lips, his voice?

The pale moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating your room in a silvery glow. You stared at it, as though the answer might lie in its light. But the feeling only deepened—an impossible certainty that this dream, this aching moment, wasn’t just a figment of your subconscious.

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act IV: the cat ➜

[wifetomegatron]

countries and cities i've been to that i think the lost light crew will enjoy (vol. i)

i think ratchet would like switzerland. snowy alps, open green fields where purple and yellow poppies littered across the grass dance with the northern wind. he enjoys the secluded valleys and will spend hours just driving past the topaz lakes. he likes the quiet of it all, the serenity, the closure. he makes drift join him in their holoforms to walk, taking in the traditional log houses and brightly-colored buildings, shops, and restaurants surrounded by lush woodlands, upland meadows, and snow-capped cliffs. grindelwald because drift is fascinated by humans and their winter sports, ascona for when it gets warmer and the boats are out by the docks. in a first contact au, ratchet would most likely end up working in either zurich or geneva, working closely with earth's international bodies like the united nations to facilitate human-cybertronian relations. i can also see the medic crew stationed there as well; running the first cybertronian medical facility on earth.

drift, predictably, would prefer japan more. osaka and tokyo for its entertainment, where he and rodimus would spend hours exploring the nightlife in their disguises. at times, they would even go as their alt-modes. rodimus gets ahead of himself with all the attention he's getting. he'd travel through many prefectures, driving past the borders to clear his head — perks of having a conjunx that works closely with human organizations is that he gets exempted from all the paperwork — but always end up somewhere private, tranquil. the shrines, the forests, the mountains — he would even be bold enough to dream of settling down there. one time ratchet flew in to visit him at a resort by the foot of mount fuji, and his husband was neck-deep inside the natural saunas. content and purring, sinking into recharge against the stones.

i have a feeling brainstorm and skids would stir up trouble somewhere in the netherlands. most likely in the infamous lecture halls of leiden university, where great minds like descartes and rembrandt once walked in. they'd hate the weather, where the sun becomes optional the moment it hits autumn (even before, apparently.) the roads are small, so they'd have difficulty navigating at first, nearly driving into a canal because of how fast people bike. direct, with just the right amount of witty, the pair are glad to enjoy the company of dutchies without having to rely on their (human) food because nothing that they've seen looks appealing or digestible. getaway is also there, most likely in amsterdam, where his holoform is most likely to get cornered in an alley and have his bike stolen.

nautica would love the sea, the vast, great open oceans of southeast asia would be the perfect place for her. ever the adventurer, she would drag riptide and velocity with her to explore the islands of the philippines & indonesia. where she'd learn how to dive and swim with the animals past the coral reefs. sweet girl nearly cried when she saw a group of whale sharks. anode and lug are content sitting by the beach, sipping on their latest invention — coconut-infused energon. bali is where i imagine the girls ( and riptide ) would go for a nice getaway. the people are all smiles, warm and friendly, and passionate about their culture. even if the two are more inclined towards the sciences, the flourishing art and spirituality of the balinese people made them feel at home again. ( if not nostalgic for caminus.)

i know rodimus is living his life in spain. maybe it won't be his designated home on earth. but with the lost light stationed in geneva, where ratchet, minimus, and megatron are with the rest of the united nations council ( because there is no way they can park the ship anywhere in the new york branch ), barcelona was his first solo trip on earth without straying too far from his co-captain's watchful eye. it was the peak of summer and there he was under the sun. the people were only initially surprised, but then again, they'd probably seen weirder things than a sixty-foot-tall robot asking them if he could join their game of volley by the beach. he bumps into krok and his rag-tag team — who's also trying to get away from minimus — so that's how he and misfire end up nearly drowning after a competitive game of water tag.

[stagbells]

Written Work

From: @voidsiblings

To: @grollow

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS ASHE I hope you enjoy your babies, and I also hope you don't mind me kidnapping the Firefly muse for a week or two. ^▽^ (He was well-behaved. Mostly.)

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The meadow is lush, honey-green with sunlight and the smell of nectar. Humming with wings, flowers bobbing low and heavy, the soft expanse of it stretching far into the distance, unbroken by hill or tree. This kingdom is spread wide and sparse on a river plain—a river whose floods grow more violent by the year, smashing watercraft and demolishing bridges, pushing the tideline higher and higher on the legs of the stilt-houses.

This year will be its last, Grimm thinks.

It is beautiful while it still exists, though. When it falls, it will be beautiful still: a more desolate beauty, and one few will be here to appreciate. Perhaps ironically, immortality has taught him to enjoy what is fleeting, to find comfort in the sensation of letting go, in allowing the course of things to proceed as it will.

He cups a flower in his fingers as he passes, waxy petals dragging over his palm. It is not often that he reflects on the sum of his experiences; it is easier to take each life as its own cycle, starting afresh each time the wheel of rebirth turns.

He’s been thinking of it more, lately.

It’s no secret as to why.

The sun is at his back as he walks, warming his wing sails, casting his shadow over the grasses. There is no hurry, he knows. Hours have passed since they left the market, hours in which this trail has gone cold. He’s still not sure what he’ll find at the end of it, or how far it might lead him, but this is a pattern: as clear as the impressions in the soil that he follows, footprints leading toward the riverbank.

It has been months since this last happened, and he had hoped—

But no. He made plain that there were no expectations. It would have been uncommonly cruel—not to mention the height of hypocrisy—to impose any.

As before, it was agony to wait, to allow them what they asked for, to busy himself as long as he could stand. He held his breath when he finally set out, half-convinced that this would be the time they disappeared and left no trace, despite the promise they’d made him.

The relief he felt upon finding their trail was palpable—a brief flicker in his fire, a skip of his absent heart. They passed unnoticed when they wished to, and he knew the destruction they could leave when they chose. This was neither: a deliberate path through the meadow, crushed grasses and bent stems, leaving him no doubt that they wanted him to find them.

That it is extraordinary for them to show even this much trust does not escape him. Nor does the desire inherent in it—the desire to be pursued, to be caught and, eventually, held.

As much as he wishes to comment on it, to tease, he has not yet.

Maybe soon. Maybe one day.

The terrain slopes gradually, so subtly that one might miss it, down toward the river, the flat aspect of the plains slowly giving way to their source. Will the flowers still grow after the kingdom falls? Will the layers of rich mud spread over their roots and eventually choke them, or will they flourish all the more in the excess?

The river itself is nearly as wide and flat as what surrounds it. No more than a shimmer on the horizon at first, it broadens into a serene silver ribbon flanked with low, twisted shrubs and whispering rushes. The water is peaceful, languid and slow, giving no hint of the torrent that arrives every spring.

A tangle of mud, stones, and shells lines the shore. The footprints continue, patchy and sparse, along the waterline, rounding a bend in the current and disappearing into a stand of reeds.

What he sees when he pushes through them is exactly what he expects.

Hollow sits near the river’s edge, one foot propped up on the stone beneath them, the other dangling in the water. They share his fascination, he’d been delighted to discover—ponds and lakes and rivers all receiving that same quiet attention, unwavering, every sign of distraction or impatience draining away for as long as they could stand to stare out at that shifting horizon.

Relief is hot in his throat, a burning coal unswallowed. He trusts them, of course. Explicitly. And part of that trust is keeping them in an open hand, allowing them the freedom they never had. Letting go of them and waiting, arm outstretched, for their return.

They never fly far.

Still, he cannot pretend that the placement of the Troupe’s tents so close to the river was anything but intentional.

They don’t turn to look at him as he approaches. As he settles, cloak pooling around him in bloody scarlet, atop a nearby stone. Not too close, but within reach. He knows what they want by now.

Silence, at first. Merely his presence is enough to agitate them a little, to make the line of their shoulders rise and their face tilt farther away from him. Being observed carries a weight for them that reminds him of his early days as a performer, when the crowds’ collective gaze had seemed to tighten around him like a length of invisible silk.

So he doesn’t look. So he stares out toward the opposite shore, not quite seeing it for the glare of sunlight on the water, and waits.

In the corner of his vision, their shoulders drop again. Slowly, inch by inch. It will be some time before they speak to him, time he measures in careful breaths, in the lap of waves at his feet, in the idle shift of waterweed beneath the surface.

Their voice does not come, though. When they move, it is only to unwrap their arm from around their knee, to open their fist above the rock where he sits. A few porcelain shards drop from their grip with a clatter.

Ah.

He selects one, picks it up between his claws. Holds it to the light. It’s delicate, nearly translucent, with a scalloped rim and golden flowers painted in the bowl. This piece once held the handle, now snapped in half near the stem.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, turning it over, watching the metallic paint shimmer. “A fine choice.”

They don’t answer, but he can feel them eyeing him.

Without hesitation, he leans down and dips the remnant of teacup into the river, holding it gingerly by the remaining nub of handle, and takes a sip.

They’re actively staring at him when he looks up. He allows his eyes to narrow behind the mask, a swell of amusement more felt than seen.

Hollow snorts, a silent huff of air, all the more expressive given that they don’t truly need to breathe. That is all for him, their emotions given form for his benefit, and it warms him like the sweetest of flames.

He sets the no-longer-a-teacup down among its other pieces, none of them whole enough to hold more than a few drops. One or two are edged in black, a fact he chooses to ignore.

“You have fine taste in views as well, my dear,” he sighs, leaning back on his hands, tilting his face up toward the lowering sun.

Are you including yourself in that judgement?

He hides his jolt of surprise rather skillfully, he thinks. “If you like,” is his only answer, accompanied by a squinted scarlet eye.

They don’t comment on that, instead turning back toward the river, lightly kicking the foot that’s dangling off the stone. Little shadows dart away from their claws under the surface, small fish or, perhaps, nymphs of some sort; he’s never managed to find out.

“I should ask if there is anything worthwhile to catch in this river,” he muses. Not without purpose—they’ll recognize what he’s attempting to do, though he can only guess how they’ll respond. “And what one might use to catch it. If it’s likely to involve an excessive amount of digging for bait, I would rather not.”

It will be an excuse to spend more time at the water, at least. Though he does not enjoy fish, some of the more carnivorous members of his Troupe might.

Hollow doesn’t move except to stir the water again, watching the ripples flow outward and then fade. Grimm continues to talk about fishing rods, local cuisine, the beaches he’s visited—anything he can think of—while watching for any hint of change in their mood.

It’s often like this, after one of their spells. They retreat, drawing back behind a distant wall. Sometimes it is days before he feels like he truly sees them again.

This was… not a particularly bad one. Not since they were able to escape quickly, to get away from the situation before their instincts took hold. There were only a few ruffled tempers to soothe, only a few broken things to pay for.

He had suspected what happened as soon as he got close enough to hear the shouting. To see the vendor’s table upset, her wares scattered in the mud, the crooked knife clutched in her hand as she stared around at nothing—at everything.

“A wight,” the young lacewing hissed, when he asked her what she saw. “A-a thing of shadow, it was. Its eyes—”

“Before that,” he said, patiently.

She shook her head a little too hard. “I thought—a bug. A tall one. It was looking at my things.”

Grimm glanced back over his shoulder, ignoring the choked noise she made as his neck turned a little farther than it strictly should. Broken pieces of porcelain littered the ground. At his feet lay a white saucer, snapped in two, its halves pressed into the mud by the pad of a clawed footprint.

He knelt to pick them up, careful of the sharp edges. “And what did you say to this bug?”

The vendor gulped again. “I-I said to be careful. To watch those—those claws.”

That was likely not enough to set them off, but surely there was more. “And?”

The bug lifted a shoulder. “And… nothing. No answer.”

He could guess where it had gone from there. Voices raised, attention drawn, panic and anger silently rising. Until they felt pinned, trapped, void boiling beneath their shell. Until they felt they had no choice but to disappear.

“My apologies,” he murmured, taking her shaking hand and tucking the saucer pieces into it. “Tally your costs. My Troupe will cover the damages.”

“Your what?” She turned to stare after him as he walked away. “Who are you?”

He hadn’t bothered to explain. She would find out soon enough. It wasn’t as if there were any other nightmare circuses nearby.

Now, he realizes, he’s been silent too long. Hollow’s gaze has drifted back to the shattered cup, the darkness behind their mask whirling with unreadable thoughts.

“There are more teacups at the market,” he said gently.

But it is not only the teacup. It is the way their temper rises so fast, the way it takes hold of them, driving them to extremes that they regret near-instantly.

It is the way that, to them, the mortals that surround them are every bit as fragile as porcelain.

He sighs, drawn out in the silence. “If it helps, I have promised to compensate her.”

They nod, once shallowly. Acknowledgement, not agreement.

Perhaps it was too much to hope that he could resolve this so easily.

Grimm reaches down, stirs his claws through the broken pieces. “Was this for me?”

He knows the answer. And yet something in him still melts a little when they nod. Even shallower, this time, and he can read their misery in it.

“Have I told you why I collect them?”

At their blank stare, he hums, tipping his head backward and squinting against the spill of light across his face. “They remind me of someone. Someone that I would rather not remember.”

They tilt their head. A minute question, nearly invisible. If he wants more, he will have to work for it.

“But, more than that, they remind me of what I have overcome. Of the fact that I am more than my worst memories. That I can look at them, now, and gain joy and satisfaction, instead of only pain. That is why I keep them.”

It took him far too long to get there, he wants to say—but if he allows himself the same kindness he extends to them, as they would tell him he ought, perhaps it took exactly as long as it should.

They are both immortal, after all.

Their hand has crept upward where it wraps around their chest, toward the mass of scars at their shoulder. Feeling through the outline of their faded cloak at the peaks and craters there, at the ways their imprisonment reformed them.

He has scars of his own. Scars he would give up if he could, in a heartbeat. Is that why he truly keeps them—the cups, the teapots? Is he giving himself an out, knowing he can rid himself of this one reminder, if he chooses?

But he doesn’t. He hasn’t. And it’s tangible proof that, given time, given the chance, he can heal. Not just in body, but in mind.

They did not know him then. They don’t know how much of himself he sees in them now, how much faith he has that they can achieve the same.

They can learn.

He has an eternity to show them.

They still do not answer. They shift their gaze away from the broken cup, though, to stare across the river, where the sky is catching brighter hues as the sun sinks through, orange bleeding into gold.

He’s perfectly ready to sit there with them all night, if they like. It will not be the first.

Finally, their hand falls open in their lap. A conscious effort to let go, perhaps?

I’m sorry.

Their voice in his head is a near-whisper, no louder than the hush of the water or the rustle of grasses.

The apology comes as no surprise. They have very little to apologize for, in his estimation, but they still feel that it is necessary—for more than the broken pieces in the dirt. They are thinking of every inconvenience, every disturbance of his routine, every time he stays behind to help them put themself back together. They have told him as much.

How can he convey that he would gladly give up far more? That it does not matter what they do—only that they are here with him?

The only thing he can think to do is to reach out. Slowly, waiting for their response. Waiting for any hint that they are not ready.

His palm meets theirs. Warmth against cold. Their fingers curl, lacing with his, and he breathes out, accepting their nearness, their trust, like a gift—for it is one.

The sun sinks. The meadow falls silent as shadows creep across the shore, as a mist begins to rise from the water. The air cools, heavy on his shell, carrying the sweet, damp scent of the riverbed.

What if it’s worse next time?

Grimm shifts. Looks over at them. They haven’t moved at all in the past half hour, stone-still in the river shallows. Thinking, always, always, in ways he cannot hear, wheels forever turning, as distant and steady as the rotation of the stars.

It’s no use promising things he can’t fulfill. God of Nightmare he may be, Fear incarnate—but in the mortal realm and in the Dream, he has his limits. Limits that he has grown comfortable with. Accustomed to. He keeps to his role, his place on the stage and behind it.

They have their own, he’s convinced of that. Their own element, their own realm of power, a rightful place among the gods of this world, no matter how long it’s been denied them. No matter how little they trust themself to take it.

He counts himself lucky that they trust him. That he is in a place to offer what they need. That there is enough left of them to be fully here with him.

What if.

What is he here for, after all, but to answer that question?

“When this river floods again, it will take this place with it,” he begins. “It has been many decades coming, yet much will still be lost. To negligence, to neglect. To misfortune and despair.” He pauses, strokes the side of their palm with his thumb. “This is… not the first time you have seen a kingdom fall. But it is your first chance to watch one fall gracefully.”

Their head dips downward, their gaze fixing on the water once more.

“And even knowing what is to come, I find it beautiful.” His voice lowers to a raspy hum. “Even knowing what I have come to do, I enjoy it here.”

Do you not tire of it?

“No.” Grimm shakes his head. “No, I do not. Do I tire of immortality? Of my lives in their endless cycle? Maybe. Sometimes.” A light squeeze to their hand, almost too light to feel. “Less so when those I love are near, to bear it with me.”

Hollow looks at their hand and his, at the spaces where they intersect. When they do not speak, he continues.

“No, I do not tire of my duty, my dear. The work that I do? I offer it willingly. I consider it a privilege. Who else gets to see what I do? Who else carries memories like mine?”

They sigh. He takes it as a concession, the way their shoulders slump, the tension draining out of them at last. With its release, he draws their hand up, lifting it to his mask, feeling their eyes follow its path in the gathering dusk.

“Even knowing that it will die, I choose to be its witness.” He tucks their fingers against his face, pressing a phantom kiss to their knuckles. “Every struggle. Every cry. Every fading moment, until it wakes anew.”

They huff again. It’s almost more of a sigh—acceptance of his words, a willingness to be convinced. Trusting him once more.

They lean forward, resting their horns against his, lightly. You’re very good at that.

Grimm hums again, roughly, pleased. With them. With himself, a little. The compliment does not go amiss.

They lean back, but do not draw away. It’s dark enough now that he can barely see their face. At the tents, there will be a fire starting, food cooking, laughter echoing across the meadow—he can almost hear it now, and he knows they are thinking of it too, when they glance back the way they came.

Will you take me home?

And they say he is good at it? When the simplest words take his breath away?

“Always, my dear.”

[rohittravelblog]

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[bhanu484]

Top 15 Tourist Places in Kerala

Kerala, often dubbed "God's Own Country," is a treasure trove of breathtaking landscapes and rich culture. You might think you know it all about this enchanting state in India, but wait until you discover the top 15 tourist places in Kerala! From lush tea gardens to stunning backwaters, each destination offers a unique experience that will leave you spellbound. Ready for an adventure? Let’s dive into these must-visit spots that showcase the beauty and charm of Kerala like never before!

<<<<<<<<<<Top 15 Tourist Places in Kerala>>>>>>>>>>>

Munnar

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Thekkady

Thekkady is a hidden gem! Nestled in the Western Ghats, it boasts lush forests and stunning wildlife. Imagine spotting elephants, tigers, and exotic birds all around you. The serene Periyar Lake adds to its beauty, making every moment feel like a magical escape into nature's embrace.

Kovalam

Kovalam is a stunning coastal gem! With its golden beaches and vibrant atmosphere, it leaves visitors spellbound. Imagine sunbathing on the soft sands or surfing the gentle waves. The iconic lighthouse adds an enchanting touch, making this place feel like a slice of paradise right in Kerala!

Kozhikode

Did you know Kozhikode, once a bustling trading port, is home to the famous Calicut Beach? The stunning sunsets here are breathtaking. You can also savor the iconic Malabar biryani and indulge in rich local culture. It’s a delightful surprise waiting for every traveler!

Alleppey

Alleppey, often called the "Venice of the East," boasts enchanting backwaters and houseboat cruises that leave visitors spellbound. Imagine gliding through lush landscapes, palm trees swaying gently overhead. The vibrant culture and breathtaking sunsets make this destination truly a hidden gem waiting to be explored!

Vagamon

Vagamon is truly a hidden gem! Nestled in the Western Ghats, this stunning hill station boasts lush green landscapes and rolling meadows. Imagine trekking through misty mountains or enjoying paragliding against a backdrop of breathtaking views. It's an adventure waiting to be discovered!

Trivandrum

Trivandrum is a gem waiting to be explored! Imagine lush greenery blending with stunning architecture. The iconic Padmanabhaswamy Temple, with its intricate carvings, leaves visitors in awe. Plus, the nearby beaches are simply breathtaking. It's a delightful mix of history and nature that surprises everyone!

Athirapally

Athirapally is often referred to as the "Niagara of India," and it's easy to see why! The breathtaking views of cascading waterfalls surrounded by lush greenery leave every visitor spellbound. You might even spot a rainbow forming in the mist—an experience that feels almost magical!

Nelliyampathy

Nelliyampathy is a hidden gem! Nestled in the Western Ghats, it boasts stunning tea gardens and breathtaking landscapes. Imagine wandering through lush hills and cool breezes while enjoying panoramic views. Wildlife enthusiasts will love spotting exotic birds here too. It’s truly an unexpected paradise!

Kumarakom

Kumarakom is an unexpected gem! Nestled on the banks of Vembanad Lake, it's a paradise for bird lovers and nature enthusiasts. Imagine lush green landscapes and tranquil backwaters, where you can unwind in houseboats or explore vibrant local culture. It’s simply breathtaking!

Varkala

Varkala is truly a hidden gem! This coastal paradise boasts stunning cliffs that rise majestically above the sparkling Arabian Sea. The unique red sand beaches and vibrant local culture create an enchanting atmosphere, making it impossible not to fall in love with this breathtaking destination.

Thrissur

Did you know Thrissur is often called the cultural capital of Kerala? It's astonishing how this city bursts with vibrant festivals, stunning temples, and rich history. The famous Thrissur Pooram festival attracts thousands, showcasing incredible pageantry. You’ll be captivated by its unique blend of tradition and modernity!

Wayanad

Wayanad is a hidden gem in Kerala! Imagine lush green hills, serene waterfalls, and abundant wildlife. The mist-covered mountains offer breathtaking views that are simply enchanting. Plus, ancient caves and spice gardens add to its allure. It’s like stepping into nature’s own paradise!

Kochi

Kochi is a delightful mix of cultures! Imagine walking through historic streets lined with colonial buildings and vibrant markets. The stunning backwaters are simply breathtaking, while the famous Chinese fishing nets create a picturesque scene. Every corner reveals something new and enchanting that leaves you wanting more!

Bekal

Bekal is a hidden gem that truly astonishes visitors! The stunning Bekal Fort, overlooking the Arabian Sea, boasts mesmerizing views. Its pristine beaches and lush greenery create an idyllic retreat. You won't believe how tranquil this place feels—perfect for unwinding and soaking in nature’s beauty!

Conclusion

Kerala is truly a treasure trove of natural beauty and cultural richness. From the serene backwaters to the lush hill stations, every destination offers something unique. Each place tells its own story through stunning landscapes and vibrant traditions. Exploring these top 15 tourist places in Kerala can leave you spellbound! You might find yourself returning time and again to experience more of this enchanting state. Don't miss out on creating unforgettable memories in God's Own Country!

[satoshi-mochida]

Europa adds Switch version

From Gematsu

Adventure game Europa will launch for Switch alongside its previously announced PC (Steam) version later in 2024, publisher Future Friends Games and developer Helder Pinto announced. A demo is available now for Switch via Nintendo eShop.

Here is an overview of the game, via Future Friends Games:

About

On the moon Europa, a lush terraformed paradise in Jupiter‘s shadow, an android named Zee sets out in search of answers. Run, glide, and fly across the landscape, solve mysteries in the ruins of a fallen utopia, and discover the story of the last human alive. Europa is a peaceful game of adventure, exploration, and meditation. As you travel you’ll gradually upgrade the capabilities of your Zephyr jetpack, boosting yourself further through the air until you can flow freely into the sky. “Come to the Island if you ever get lonely. Come here, and think of me.”

Key Features

A breathtaking world of lakes, meadows and mountains to explore, scattered within the remains of a fallen civilization.

Free-flowing movement that empowers you to glide serenely from boost to boost, building power and momentum over time.

Uncover secrets, solve puzzles, and navigate hidden dangers in the ruins.

An intimate story about growing up and humanity’s relationship with nature.

Watch a new trailer below.

Switch Announce Trailer

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Nestled in the serene landscapes of Himachal Pradesh, Ganji Pahari Trek beckons adventurers seeking a blend of tranquility and natural beauty in India. This offbeat trekking route near Dalhousie offers a unique experience away from the usual tourist trails. The trek winds through dense pine forests and opens up to breathtaking vistas of the Dhauladhar range and the Kangra Valley. Ganji Pahari Trek is ideal for those looking to escape the crowds and immerse themselves in the serene wilderness of Himachal Pradesh.

For travelers exploring places to visit near Ganji Pahari Trek, there are several hidden gems waiting to be discovered. One such gem is the quaint village of Khajjiar, often referred to as the "Mini Switzerland of India." Located not far from Dalhousie, Khajjiar captivates with its lush green meadows, pristine lake, and a tranquil ambiance perfect for relaxing amidst nature's bounty. Another nearby attraction is the Kalatop Wildlife Sanctuary, where you can spot diverse flora and fauna while trekking through oak and coniferous forests. Additionally, the town of Chamba offers a glimpse into Himachal's rich cultural heritage with its ancient temples and vibrant local markets.

Exploring Offbeat places near Ganji Pahari Trek such as the charming hamlet of Tissa provides a deeper cultural immersion into the traditional way of life in Himachal Pradesh. With its rustic architecture and warm hospitality, Tissa offers a peaceful retreat for travelers looking to connect with the region's authentic charm. Whether you seek adventure, relaxation, or cultural exploration, the vicinity of Ganji Pahari Trek promises a memorable journey amidst the splendor of incredible India.

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Unlock the Wonders of Jammu and Kashmir: Customized B2B Travel Packages

Discover the Enchanting Landscapes and Rich Cultural Heritage of J&K

Jammu and Kashmir, the northernmost union territory of India, is a true gem waiting to be explored. Whether you're planning a corporate retreat, a team-building adventure, or a strategic business meeting, our carefully curated B2B Packages for Jammu and Kashmir offer the perfect blend of breathtaking natural beauty, vibrant cultural experiences, and seamless logistics.

Explore the Top Attractions in Jammu and Kashmir

Srinagar: Cruise along the serene Dal Lake, marvel at the magnificent Mughal Gardens, and immerse yourself in the enchanting Shikara boat rides.

Pahalgam: Venture into the lush green meadows, go for a thrilling pony ride, and witness the awe-inspiring Betaab Valley.

Gulmarg: Ride the world-famous Gondola cable car, enjoy snow sports in the winter, and embrace the breathtaking vistas of the Himalayan peaks.

Leh-Ladakh: Embark on a spiritual journey to the iconic Monasteries, explore the captivating Nubra Valley, and marvel at the enchanting Pangong Tso Lake.

Best Time to Visit Jammu and Kashmir

The ideal time to visit Jammu and Kashmir for B2B travel packages depends on your specific interests and requirements. The region offers year-round attractions:

Spring and Summer (April to September): Enjoy the lush greenery, blooming flowers, and pleasant weather perfect for outdoor activities.

Autumn (September to November): Witness the stunning fall foliage and explore the region's vibrant cultural festivals.

Winter (December to March): Revel in the snow-covered landscapes, indulge in winter sports, and experience the cozy charm of the region.

Estimated Travel Cost

The approximate travel cost for a B2B package in Jammu and Kashmir, including transportation, accommodation, and essential activities, can range from ₹30,000 to ₹50,000 per person, depending on the package duration, group size, and level of luxury.

Book Your Unforgettable B2B Journey in Jammu and Kashmir Today!

Embark on a transformative B2B travel experience in the enchanting land of Jammu and Kashmir. Contact us now to customize your perfect corporate getaway package.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What is the best way to reach Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. Jammu and Kashmir can be accessed by air, rail, and road. The major airports are in Srinagar, Jammu, and Leh, with well-connected domestic flights from major Indian cities.

Q. Is it safe to travel to Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. Jammu and Kashmir is generally safe for tourists, especially when traveling with reputable tour operators. However, it's essential to stay informed about the latest travel advisories and follow local guidelines.

Q. What is the currency used in Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. The Indian Rupee (INR) is the official currency used in Jammu and Kashmir. Major credit cards are widely accepted in most tourist areas.

Q. Do I need a special permit to visit Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. A special permit (called an Inner Line Permit) is required to visit certain restricted areas in Ladakh and the Union Territory of Jammu and Kashmir. Our team can assist you with obtaining the necessary permits.

Q. What are the must-try local cuisines in Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. Jammu and Kashmir is renowned for its delectable Kashmiri cuisine, including dishes like Rogan Josh, Yakhni, Gushtaba, and the iconic Kashmiri Wazwan. Don't miss the opportunity to savor these culinary delights.

Q. Can I combine my B2B trip with leisure activities in Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. Absolutely! Our B2B packages can be customized to include a perfect balance of business and leisure activities, allowing your team to experience the best of Jammu and Kashmir.

Q. What are the top adventure activities available in the region?

Ans. Jammu and Kashmir offers a wide range of adventure activities, such as trekking, hiking, white-water rafting, skiing, and snowboarding, depending on the season and location.

Q. Is the infrastructure in Jammu and Kashmir suitable for B2B travel?

Ans. Yes, the region has a well-developed infrastructure, including modern hotels, conference facilities, and transportation options, catering to the needs of corporate travelers.

Q. Can I extend my B2B trip to explore other parts of India?

Ans. Certainly! Our B2B packages can be seamlessly integrated with travel plans to explore other captivating destinations across India, creating a truly comprehensive and enriching experience for your team.

Q. How can I book a B2B package for Jammu and Kashmir?

Ans. You can contact our dedicated team of travel experts, who will work closely with you to design a custom B2B package tailored to your specific requirements and budget.

Conclusion

Jammu and Kashmir, with its breathtaking landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and well-equipped infrastructure, is an ideal destination for B2B travel. Our carefully crafted packages offer the perfect balance of business and leisure, allowing your team to forge stronger connections, boost productivity, and create lasting memories. Embark on an unforgettable journey with us and unlock the wonders of this enchanting region.

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Munsiyari, nestled in the picturesque district of Pithoragarh in Uttarakhand, India, is a hidden gem awaiting discovery by travelers seeking tranquility and natural beauty off the beaten path. Situated amidst the majestic peaks of the Himalayas, Munsiyari offers a serene retreat away from the bustling tourist circuits, promising breathtaking views of snow-capped mountains and verdant valleys. This charming town is perfect for those looking to immerse themselves in the pristine landscapes and cultural richness of rural India.

One of the intriguing offbeat places in Munsiyari is Thamri Kund, a stunning alpine lake located about 6.4 kilometers from Kalamuni Temple. Surrounded by captivating terrains including dense forests and alpine meadows, Thamri Kund offers a peaceful sanctuary for nature lovers and adventure enthusiasts alike. The journey to this secluded lake adds an element of thrill and discovery, making it a must-visit for those seeking to explore the untouched beauty of the Himalayas.

For travelers curious about Munsiyari offbeat places, Birthi Falls is another captivating natural wonder worth exploring. Located approximately 34 kilometers from Munsiyari, this majestic waterfall cascades down from a height of 126 meters, fed by the glacial waters of the Johar Valley. The journey to Birthi Falls takes you through scenic mountain roads, offering glimpses of the Himalayan peaks and lush greenery that surround the area. It's a perfect spot for photography enthusiasts and nature lovers looking to unwind in the tranquil ambiance of the Himalayan foothills.

Exploring Munsiyari offbeat places like Thamri Kund and Birthi Falls promises a unique and enriching experience amidst the natural splendor of Uttarakhand. Away from the usual tourist hubs, these hidden gems invite you to reconnect with nature, explore scenic trails, and immerse yourself in the serene beauty that Munsiyari has to offer. Whether you're seeking adventure, relaxation, or simply a break from the ordinary, Munsiyari beckons with its untouched landscapes and cultural charm in Incredible India.

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Solemnising the Timeless Beauty and Cultural Riches of Kashmir

Nestled amidst the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas, Kashmir emerges as a timeless masterpiece of nature's grandeur, enchanting travelers with its breathtaking landscapes, serene lakes, and verdant valleys. Fondly referred to as the "Paradise on Earth," Kashmir beckons visitors to embark on a journey of discovery, where every vista unfolds like a painting, captivating the soul with its ethereal beauty.

Kashmir's unparalleled natural beauty is evident in its picturesque vistas, where emerald meadows merge seamlessly with azure skies and towering mountains. The majestic Dal Lake, adorned with vibrant houseboats and shikaras, casts a spell on visitors with its tranquil waters and mirrored reflections. The verdant valleys of Pahalgam and Gulmarg offer respite from the hustle and bustle of city life, inviting travelers to immerse themselves in the lap of nature and rejuvenate their spirits.

boasts a rich cultural heritage that reflects the tapestry of its diverse inhabitants. The region's vibrant handicrafts, including exquisite Pashmina shawls, intricately carved walnut woodwork, and vibrant papier-mâché artifacts, showcase the ingenuity and craftsmanship of its artisans. Visitors can also indulge in the region's delectable cuisine, savoring traditional Kashmiri dishes like Rogan Josh, Yakhni, and the iconic Wazwan feast, which tantalize the taste buds with their aromatic flavors and spices.

Despite its tumultuous past, Kashmir continues to enchant visitors with its warmth and hospitality, inviting them to explore its storied past and embrace its hopeful future. The region's ancient shrines, including the revered Shankaracharya Temple and Hazratbal Shrine, stand as symbols of spiritual harmony and unity, fostering a sense of peace and tranquility amidst the surrounding beauty.

As travelers venture into the heart of Kashmir, they are greeted not only by its natural splendor but also by the resilience and spirit of its people. Whether cruising along the tranquil waters of Dal Lake, trekking through lush meadows, or simply basking in the serenity of its landscapes, Kashmir promises an unforgettable journey of discovery, where every moment is etched with the beauty of the "Paradise on Earth."

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Naran, located in the beautiful Kaghan Valley of Pakistan, is a mesmerizing tourist destination renowned for its natural beauty, picturesque landscapes, and refreshing mountain air. Situated in the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province, Naran is nestled in the mighty Himalayan range, offering breathtaking views of snow-capped peaks, crystal-clear lakes, gushing rivers, and lush green meadows.

Hiking through lush forests, conquering majestic mountains, exploring serene lakes, and immersing yourself in the local culture. The 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 designs trips that cater to all interests and age groups.

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Best Places To Visit in Kashmir

Best Places to Visit in Kashmir – The Ultimate Travel Guide

Kashmir, often referred to as “Paradise on Earth,” is a dream destination for travelers across the world. Nestled in the northernmost region of India, Kashmir offers breathtaking landscapes, serene lakes, lush green meadows, and snow-capped mountains. Whether you are looking for adventure, tranquility, or cultural heritage, Kashmir has something for everyone.

If you are planning a trip to this enchanting region, here are some of the best places to visit in Kashmir.

1. Srinagar – The Jewel of Kashmir

Srinagar, the summer capital of Jammu and Kashmir, is famous for its mesmerizing beauty. The city is known for its picturesque Dal Lake and Nigeen Lake, where houseboats and Shikaras provide a unique experience.

Top Attractions in Srinagar:

Dal Lake: Enjoy a Shikara ride and stay in a houseboat for an unforgettable experience.

Mughal Gardens: Visit Nishat Bagh, Shalimar Bagh, and Chashme Shahi for their exquisite Persian-style gardens.

Hazratbal Shrine: A significant religious site offering breathtaking views of Dal Lake.

Shankaracharya Temple: A historical temple located on Shankaracharya Hill, offering panoramic views of the city.

For a hassle-free trip, book a Kashmir package with a reliable Srinagar DMC to explore this beautiful city.

2. Gulmarg – The Winter Wonderland

Gulmarg, known as the “Meadow of Flowers,” is a paradise for adventure lovers. It is famous for its world-class ski resort and breathtaking landscapes.

Top Attractions in Gulmarg:

Gulmarg Gondola: The second-highest cable car in the world, offering stunning views of the snow-clad mountains.

Alpather Lake: A scenic lake surrounded by snow even in summer.

Gulmarg Golf Course: One of the highest golf courses in the world.

Skiing & Snowboarding: Ideal for winter sports enthusiasts.

Many Kashmir B2B tour operators offer tailor-made packages for tourists looking to explore the winter wonderland of Gulmarg.

3. Pahalgam – The Valley of Shepherds

Pahalgam is a stunning hill station known for its lush greenery, gushing rivers, and breathtaking valleys. It is a base for the Amarnath Yatra pilgrimage and a favorite destination for nature lovers.

Top Attractions in Pahalgam:

Betaab Valley: Named after the Bollywood movie “Betaab,” this valley is known for its picturesque beauty.

Aru Valley: A serene valley with mesmerizing landscapes, perfect for trekking and camping.

Lidder River: Enjoy river rafting and scenic views along the riverbanks.

Baisaran: Also known as ‘Mini Switzerland of India,’ it offers beautiful meadows and panoramic views.

For a seamless trip, consider booking through a DMC for Kashmir that specializes in organizing Pahalgam tours.

4. Sonmarg – The Meadow of Gold

Sonmarg is a breathtaking valley known for its stunning glaciers and snow-covered peaks. It is the gateway to Ladakh and a paradise for trekkers and nature lovers.

Top Attractions in Sonmarg:

Thajiwas Glacier: A major attraction where tourists can enjoy sledge rides and snow activities.

Zojila Pass: A high mountain pass offering stunning views.

Vishansar Lake: A pristine lake surrounded by snow-covered peaks, perfect for trekking and camping.

Many travel agencies offering a Jammu Kashmir package include Sonmarg in their itineraries.

5. Yusmarg – The Hidden Gem

Yusmarg is a lesser-known yet breathtaking destination in Kashmir, offering lush meadows, dense forests, and tranquil lakes. It is an ideal place for a peaceful retreat away from the crowded tourist spots.

Top Attractions in Yusmarg:

Nilnag Lake: A beautiful lake surrounded by pine trees.

Doodhganga River: Famous for its milky-white water and scenic beauty.

Trekking & Horse Riding: Popular activities in Yusmarg’s picturesque surroundings.

A trusted Kashmir DMC in Delhi can help you explore these offbeat destinations with ease.

6. Kupwara – The Crown of Kashmir

Kupwara is a scenic district in Kashmir known for its lush valleys, clear rivers, and stunning meadows. It is one of the least explored yet most beautiful places in Kashmir.

Top Attractions in Kupwara:

Bangus Valley: A hidden paradise with breathtaking landscapes.

Lolab Valley: A stunning valley with lush greenery and sparkling streams.

Kishanganga River: Offers mesmerizing views and a peaceful environment.

For a complete Jammu Kashmir package, including offbeat locations like Kupwara, contact an experienced DMC for Kashmir.

7. Doodhpathri – The Valley of Milk

Doodhpathri is an unexplored gem in Kashmir, offering lush green meadows and a serene environment. It gets its name from the milky-white streams that flow through its valleys.

Top Attractions in Doodhpathri:

Shaliganga River: A crystal-clear river flowing through lush meadows.

Trekking & Camping: Popular activities in the serene surroundings.

Shepherd Huts: Experience the local culture and hospitality.

8. Awantipora – The Land of Ancient Temples

Awantipora is known for its ancient Hindu temples built by King Avantivarman in the 9th century. The ruins are a must-visit for history lovers and cultural enthusiasts.

Top Attractions in Awantipora:

Avantishwar Temple: Dedicated to Lord Shiva, showcasing intricate carvings.

Avantiswami Temple: A ruined Vishnu temple reflecting Kashmir’s rich heritage.

Conclusion

Kashmir is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful destinations in the world. From the bustling city of Srinagar to the serene valleys of Pahalgam, Sonmarg, and Gulmarg, the region offers something for every traveler. Whether you seek adventure, history, or relaxation, Kashmir has it all.

To make your trip hassle-free, book your Kashmir package with a reliable DMC for Kashmir or connect with Kashmir B2B tour operators who specialize in organizing seamless itineraries.

Embark on a journey to explore the paradise on earth and create unforgettable memories in the breathtaking landscapes of Kashmir!

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Kareri Lake Trek: A Whole New Adventure!

Tucked away in the Dhauladhar range, Kareri Lake is a paradise for trekkers and nature lovers. The trail winds through pine forests, crossing wooden bridges and gushing streams before revealing the pristine alpine lake. If you're looking for an escape from the noise of city life, Kareri Lake Trek is your perfect getaway.

A Scenic Journey from Dharamshala to Kareri

Your adventure begins in Dharamshala, a bustling town famous for its Tibetan culture and vibrant cafes. A short drive from Dharamshala to Kareri Village takes you to the starting point of the trek. The initial stretch is gentle, letting you soak in the surrounding beauty before the terrain turns more challenging. As you ascend, you'll pass charming villages, grazing pastures, and dense rhododendron forests, all while being surrounded by towering peaks.

Exploring the Beauty of Kareri Lake Dharamshala

At an altitude of 2,950 meters, Kareri Lake is nothing short of mesmerizing. Fed by melting glaciers, the water is crystal-clear, reflecting the sky and mountains like a giant mirror. The region’s untouched beauty, combined with the sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves, makes for a surreal experience. Whether you're gazing at the tranquil waters or exploring nearby meadows, every moment here feels magical.

Kareri Lake Camping: A Night Under the Stars

Kareri Lake Camping is an experience that blends adventure with serenity. As night falls, the temperature drops and the sky transforms into a canvas of stars. The crisp mountain air, the warmth of a bonfire, and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures create a perfect wilderness experience. Waking up to a breathtaking sunrise over the lake is an unforgettable reward for the trek.

Kareri Lake Weather: What to Expect?

The Kareri Lake Weather plays a crucial role in planning. Summers (May to June) offer pleasant temperatures between 12°C and 18°C, while winters (November to March) turn the lake into a frozen wonderland. During monsoons, the trail can get slippery, but the lush greenery and mist-covered mountains make it worth the challenge.

Is the Kareri Lake Trek for You?

The trek is classified as moderate to challenging, making it suitable for both beginners with good fitness levels and experienced trekkers. The total trekking distance is 10 km one way, and the steep ascents can test your endurance. However, the scenic landscapes and the thrill of adventure make every step worth the effort.

Final Thoughts: A Trek Worth Every Step

From crossing wooden bridges over fast-flowing rivers to experiencing the tranquil beauty of Kareri Lake Dharamshala, this trek is a hidden gem waiting to be explored. Whether you’re seeking adventure, solitude, or a spiritual connection with nature, this trek delivers it all. If you’re up for an unforgettable journey, pack your bags and set out for the Kareri Lake trek—an experience that will stay with you forever!

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Beas Kund Trek: An Amazing 16-KM Trekking Journey!

The Beas Kund Trek is a mesmerising 16-kilometer journey that takes you to the pristine alpine lake, believed to be the source of the Beas River. Nestled in the heart of the Himalayas, this trek is a perfect blend of adventure and tranquillity. If you seek breathtaking landscapes, snow-capped peaks, and a touch of mythology, this trek is your ultimate escape.

Beas Manali: A Gateway to the Himalayas

Manali, a renowned hill station in Himachal Pradesh, serves as the starting point for this trek. Surrounded by towering mountains and lush greenery, Beas Manali is not just a trekking base but an adventure hub. The journey begins from Solang Valley, famous for its meadows and adventure sports, before gradually ascending towards Dhundhi and Bakarthach, leading trekkers to the awe-inspiring Beas Kund.

Beas Kund Manali: A Trek Through Enchanting Landscapes

The trail to Beas Kund Manali takes you through dense forests, glacial streams, and sprawling meadows. As you ascend, the mighty peaks of Hanuman Tibba, Friendship Peak, and Seven Sisters come into view, creating a surreal backdrop. The trek is moderate, making it ideal for both beginners and seasoned trekkers. Along the way, you’ll witness the untouched beauty of the Himalayas, making every step worthwhile.

Beas Kund Trek Map: Navigating the Path

Having a Beas Kund Trek Map can enhance your trekking experience, ensuring you stay on the right trail. The trek follows a well-marked path:

Solang Valley to Dhundhi (8 km): A scenic route with gentle inclines.

Dhundhi to Bakarthach (5 km): This section offers panoramic views of snow-clad mountains.

Bakarthach to Beas Kund (3 km): A short but steep ascent leading to the glacial lake.

Beas River Valley: The Soul of the Trek

The trek takes you deep into the Beas River Valley, a region rich in natural beauty and historical significance. The river, which originates from Beas Kund, flows through the lush valleys, sustaining life along its course. The valley is a paradise for photographers, offering stunning reflections of the towering peaks on the river’s crystal-clear waters.

Beas Kund Temperature: A Seasonal Delight

The Beas Kund temperature varies throughout the year, affecting the trek’s difficulty and scenery:

Summer (May-June): 10°C to 20°C — Pleasant weather, lush greenery.

Monsoon (July-August): 5°C to 15°C — Risk of landslides, but the valley looks vibrant.

Autumn (September-October): 0°C to 10°C — Crisp air and clear skies.

Winter (November-April): -5°C to -15°C — Extreme cold, trek not recommended.

Beas Kund River: The Sacred Waters of the Himalayas

Beas Kund is considered the Beas Kund River’s birthplace. According to legend, Sage Vyas, the author of the Mahabharata, meditated here. The lake remains frozen for most of the year, with its melting waters feeding the Beas River, which travels through Manali, Kullu, and beyond.

Standing by Beas Kund, trekkers are rewarded with an unparalleled Beas view. The glacial lake reflects the surrounding peaks, creating a postcard-perfect setting. Whether it’s the golden hues of sunrise or the serene blues of dusk, the view from Beas Kund is nothing short of magical.

Conclusion: A Trek Worth Every Step

The Beas Kund Trek is more than just a hiking experience — it’s a journey through history, nature, and adventure. Whether you’re a nature lover, a photographer, or an adventure seeker, this trek offers something for everyone. So pack your bags, lace up your boots, and set out on an unforgettable Himalayan adventure!