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The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 16 - Summer: A Homecoming

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Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You go home to attend your sister's birthday party.

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“The guesthouse has already been prepared for you, Monsieur Neuvillette. I hope it is to your standards. If you find anything lacking, please inform me or Mrs. Bernard immediately.”

“Thank you, madame, but considering the warm hospitality and consideration I have received from you and your family since I arrived here, I doubt that will be needed,” Neuvillette assured your mother, who seemed to blush at his words.

“Oh...oh my, such kind words,” your mother stammered out, ignoring your pleading look. “W-well then, I shall take my leave now. Breakfast shall be served to you first thing in the morning. I wish you a very good night.”

With that, your mother left the room, closing the door behind her, which, in turn, locked you in with Neuvillette.

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a moment, neither of you knowing what to say in this unthinkable situation you somehow found yourself in.

“It appears that we are to share a bed for the night, Madame. I hope that doesn’t cause you any discomfort,” he said at last, though the furrow in his brow indicated that the question should have been asked to him instead.

“Yes. It appears so,” you nodded, trying to quell your flipping stomach. “It’s only for a night, though, so I, um, hope you can put up with me until then.”

“No, Madame, I should be the one requesting that of you,” he insisted. “I should apologize for the uncomfortable position I have put you in.”

You decided not to say anything more, lest you fall into a never-ending loop of apologies...again.

Neither of you moved from your spots. His gaze was uncharacteristically unfocused, looking at anywhere but you. Though you didn’t have the ability to read emotions like him, you knew exactly what he was thinking then. It was as though you were looking into a mirror.

How did things turn out this way?

Let us return to the beginning of the day...

While you didn’t expect fanfare or anything when you returned home, you didn’t expect the house to be completely empty.

Your father being away wasn’t a surprise. His favorite pastime was wandering the countryside and climbing the jagged mountains near the village with a zither or notebook under his arm. You just hoped he didn’t stumble into a hilichurl camp or something like last time.

As for your mother and your sister Justine’s absence, it was soon explained with a letter given to you by your taciturn housekeeper, Mrs. Bernard.

Dear Sister,

I’m so sorry that I couldn’t welcome you back home! Dominic (do you remember him? He’s the viscount’s son I danced with) has invited me to a tour around Fontaine on those new flying machines for my birthday! He says he knows someone at the Institute and that they can lend it to him for the day. Mother is chaperoning us.

Oh, by the way, I’ve decided not to have the usual garden party this year. We’re going to hold an evening ball at the assembly-hall! Since you so insist on us not celebrating or even mentioning your marriage in any way, this ball will serve as a stealth celebration for you as well (don’t worry, we didn’t tell anyone. But just to warn you, Mother isn’t happy about it). I know how you feel about balls, but I do hope you can enjoy yourself as well. It’s a shame that Monsieur Neuvillette can’t come, but I suppose it can’t be helped. Everyone in the village is invited, and they’re all really excited. It’s been so long since we’ve had a large party like this, after all. Dominic says that he’ll invite some of his friends too. Anne, unfortunately, can’t attend as she’s busy with her babies.

I’ll be back around late afternoon, and I expect to hear all about Monsieur Neuvillette from you (I still can’t believe he’s part of our family now!!!!)

Love, Justine

“A flying tour...and a ball?” you said incredulously as you finished reading the letter. “I don’t think I had that much energy when I was her age.”

Still, you were happy that she was having a grand birthday celebration. Even if you had mixed feelings about a ball. Well, I suppose it’s fine if it’s just a village ball, you told yourself. If worst comes to worst, I can volunteer to play the role of musician all night.

Indeed, you shouldn’t let your personal feelings cloud such a happy event. Even you enjoyed listening to the music, watching others dance, and eating the refreshments. Though, it was a shame that Anne, your best friend, couldn’t be there, as you hadn’t seen each other in ages.

Neuvillette’s dodged a bullet by having to be in court today, you wryly mused to yourself. He frequently received invitations to balls and dinners, but almost always declined them.

“The guest list is here, Madame Neuvillette,” Mrs. Bernard said, handing you a list of names. As your sister had written, all the families in the village were invited, and almost all of them accepted. The unfamiliar names, you assumed, were Dominic’s friends.

“That’s a lot of guests. Did Mother hire any help for you?” you inquired as you followed Mrs. Bernard into the kitchen. Your family only had one housekeeper, but sometimes temporary help was hired from the village when it was needed. “Oh, and you don’t have to call me Madame Neuvillette, you know.”

“I am merely calling you by your proper title, Madame,” Mrs. Bernard said, unsmiling. You could count the number of times you saw her show emotion on one hand. “And no, several of your mother’s friends have offered to help prepare the refreshments. I am only baking the birthday cake and Conch Madeleines.”

“How far have you gotten with the cake?” you asked, rolling your sleeves up and putting on an apron. You usually helped with the measurements and the mixing, as Mrs. Bernard’s eyesight had worsened slightly over the years.

The housekeeper stopped and gave you a look. “What?” you frowned.

“The wife of the Chief Justice has no place in a kitchen, especially after a long trip. I would advise you to rest in your room until the night’s entertainments.”

“Oh, come on, Mrs. Bernard, I’m not too good for kitchen work now just because I’m married to someone important. And you know how things are with our family. We need all the help we can get.”

It wasn’t uncommon for members of the rural nobility to do work that their urban compatriots wouldn’t even deign to do, particularly if they lived on a meager income like yours did. You had grown up accustomed to mending your own clothes and helping with meal preparation.

“It is because I know our circumstances that I cannot approve of you helping me,” Mrs. Bernard replied curtly. Suddenly, her expression turned stormy. “Are you running into any issues with the staff at Monsieur Neuvillette’s household?”

“No, no, not at all,” you said, waving your hands in denial. Mrs. Bernard had been working for your family since your grandfather’s time, when there was still wealth and a fully staffed household, so she remembered a time when young ladies of the family didn’t need to lift a finger for anything except to ring the bell to summon a servant. “I’ve never run into any trouble there. Everything’s being done for me.”

It was the truth. In the beginning, you had tried to help out with the cooking and cleaning, but was firmly turned down every time. “You are here as Monsieur Neuvillette’s wife, not a tenant,” Marie had said. “He would be greatly aggrieved to hear that you feel obliged to do chores in his household.” Personally, you didn’t really understand the problem. You weren’t actually his wife and it wasn’t an obligation to help out in the house that you lived in. To go even further, you thought he ought to hire more staff if he were to live in a house of that size, even if he didn’t dwell there all that often.

Come to think of it, there wasn’t much difference between the two households, particularly in the number of staff. But you decided that it was wiser to keep that to yourself.

“I’m glad to hear that. You must remember that you are of an old, noble bloodline and entitled to all the dignity and respect that entails,” Mrs. Bernard said, fixing you with a steely look. “Do not shrink yourself, even if your husband is the Iudex.”

“I know, I know,” you said, biting back your comments about all the good that a noble bloodline had done you. You knew Mrs. Bernard meant well, though a part of you shuddered at how she would react if she knew the truth behind your marriage. “I’ll be in my room, then.”

Mrs. Bernard nodded and turned back to the kitchen counter, which was fully taken up by mixing bowls and baking ingredients. You studied her stooped back and gray hair tied neatly in a bun. Had she gained more white hair since the last time you saw her?

You went upstairs with those uneasy thoughts in your mind. Mrs. Bernard had stayed loyal to your family even as family heirlooms and parts of the estate were sold to pay off debts, and servants quit in succession. In a wealthier family, she would probably be retired by now and settled comfortably in a cottage, receiving an annual income.

If I were to truly comport myself with the dignity of a noble, then I would be giving money to my family to hire more servants, you thought as you gazed at a faded patch of wallpaper. An oil painting had once hung there, though you had no idea what the subject was or where it was now. The wall there had been bare ever since you could remember. At least one or two people to help in the kitchen and with the laundry, particularly now that Justine is out in society. Ah, come to think of it, she also needs a lady’s maid. And a footman... And...

You did have money from Neuvillette, but it wasn’t enough to pay the yearly wages of a few servants. You would have to ask Neuvillette for more.

Wasn’t this the point of marrying rich? To help one’s family? If only this were a normal marriage, if only you weren’t married to the one person in Fontaine who you didn’t want to ask anything more of...

You shook your head, clearing the thoughts away like cobwebs. You had gotten into this marriage of your own accord and knew exactly what it was. It was pointless to have regrets about it now.

Pushing open your bedroom door with more force than you intended, you breathed in the sweet-smelling air of your room. It was kept dusted and polished even after you moved out. Even the plants on your windowsill were watered. Seeing your familiar wooden writing desk and floral bedspread filled your heart with overpowering gladness, as though you were a weary traveler who had finally come home.

Your bedroom was about half the size of Neuvillette’s guest room and didn’t have a window seat or its own bathroom, but it had always served as your sanctuary. If a room could be the embodiment of one’s soul, then this one would be yours.

You went over to the window. The morning glory vines hanging from the eaves hadn’t been trimmed, so the visibility wasn’t good, but you always liked the way the vines framed the window. When you were younger, you pretended that it was the overgrown window in a crumbling castle. The house was practically covered in ivy and morning glory vines. It lent a wild and rustic appearance that you found charming, but your mother always complained about the “overgrown weeds.”

I think Neuvillette’s house would also look lovely with a bit of greenery on the outside. Not excessively, of course, But a window box of flowers never hurt anyone, or perhaps a wisteria tree near the front door...

You turned to the tall bookcase that housed your carefully cultivated collection of books. Living in a small town far from the city meant that your means of buying new books was limited, but you made do. Your eyes drifted to the leather-bound spines occupying the middle shelf. Those were the albums and journals of your late teacher which she had bequeathed to you. She had more books, but they were donated to the school and local library. While you had brought your favorites with you to the city, you didn’t bring any of these with you out of fear of losing them. And because it still hurt too much to look at them.

But now... You ran a finger across their smooth, cracked spines. You hadn’t visited your teacher’s grave in a long time. You should find time to do it today. There are a lot of things I want to tell her about.

Before that, you decided to take a little nap. The trip here had been rather taxing. You changed into a shift and closed the curtains on the blue sky beyond. It won’t be blue for long though. I hope it doesn’t rain during Justine’s tour.

The thought of rain reminded you of Neuvillette. He was probably still in the middle of a trial, as it hadn’t rained yet. You felt a little guilty, knowing that you promised to attend one of his trials. I’ll go to the next one for sure, you told yourself. I hope he doesn’t stand in the rain for too long. You had grown accustomed to the sight of him standing in the garden as rain fell upon him and readied towels for him whenever he came back indoors. He never talked about it, but you gathered that standing in the rain was soothing for him somehow.

You climbed into bed and slipped under the covers, then stared up at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t coming easily.

Birdsong sounded outside the window. Faint shadows played on the wall opposite your bed. You could hear Mrs. Bernard moving around in the kitchen downstairs. Everything was so familiar and unchanged that you could almost fool yourself into believing that you had never left your village at all. The woman who had married the Iudex, petted a vishap’s snout, got attacked by a drunk at night (O Archons, how were you going to bring that up to your parents?), and spoke to the Hydro Archon, seemed to be someone else entirely.

I feel like everything that happened in the past few months was a dream, and now I’m back to reality...

You could even sense the difference between your two lives in the bedding. The sheets in my room in the city are silkier and smell like detergent, while these sheets are more worn and stiffer, and smell like wildflowers...

You blinked at the intrusive thought. It would not do to compare. Or to grow accustomed to this, because it would all be over in the blink of an eye. The life that awaited you would be difficult, so it was better to prepare for it beforehand.

You tried to think about things that were more relevant to your future, like how you would advertise yourself or do some networking (perhaps you could ask Neuvillette to do some inquiring for you), but for some reason, your thoughts kept straying to other things. Like saving two slices of cake for Neuvillette and Marie. Marie would love the cake, and even though Neuvillette rarely ate sweets, you were sure he would enjoy it as well. It should be moist enough for him. The only question was, how were you going to keep the cakes fresh on the way home tomorrow? That reminds me, didn’t Neuvillette promise to take me to a restaurant? I hope he hasn’t forgotten about it. Well, he’s so busy these days that I wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Still, I was really looking forward to it...

A little voice in your head asked you if you were perhaps thinking about Neuvillette a little too much, but it was soon pulled under by a wave of drowsiness.

“I hope you’re not going to hide away in the corner with the piano all night.”

You glanced up from the sheet music for a high-spirited country dance as Justine strode into the parlor. Her hair was up in curlers, and she was wearing her bathrobe and a facial mask.

“Who else is going to play the music for all the dancing you and your friends are going to do? There’s no one as skilled on the piano as me in town, and no one else willing to take on the role of the musician all night.”

You weren’t bragging. You had plenty of practice playing reels and jigs for Justine and her friends, who lived for dancing. Though, you had been a little rusty as of late, which was why you were warming up right now.

“Mr. Guillaume will be playing the violin, and Mrs. Allen has agreed to lend her harp. And Mother can take your place on the piano. You have to take a break at some point,” Justine leaned against the piano. “Just do one or two dances, please?”

“Oh, all right.” You supposed you could dance a cotillion or a longways set.

“You can practice with me, if you want. ...I doubt Monsieur Neuvillette danced much with you.”

“How do you know that?”

“It would have made the headlines of all the newspapers if he attended a ball with an unknown woman on his arm,” Justine said, as if it was obvious. Then, her face brightened. “Unless those secret evening balls the tabloids talk about are true...?”

“I wouldn’t know about that.” Though the thought of Neuvillette sneaking off at night to go dancing was rather amusing.

“Why wouldn’t you know? You’re his wife!”

“Well...just because two people are married, it doesn’t mean they have to know everything about each other,” you said. It occurred to you then that this was the perfect opportunity to “foreshadow” your eventual divorce. “To be honest, we don’t see each other all that often. His job keeps him very busy, you know, and he comes home very late. We live separate lives, and neither of us has much interest in each other. It’s not exactly the fairytale marriage you’re hoping for, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I know that,” Justine waved her hand. “There’s some kind of circumstance behind it, right?” Your expression must have been comical because she let out a snort of laughter. “Come on, my serious and level-headed sister suddenly getting married to the Iudex in a secret wedding within a week? You have to be an idiot not to see something’s up. I think Mother suspects it as well, but she’s choosing to ignore it.”

“I see...” Now you felt foolish. “Um...you must want to know--”

“I won’t pry. As long as he’s good to you and supports you in every way, then it doesn’t matter,” Justine peered at you closely. You were surprised. She had always been a romantic and, like your mother, devoured romance novels. “He is good to you, right? He’s not cold or neglectful? Everyone says he doesn’t like humans and is only kind to the Melusines. If he's cruel to you, then--”

“No!” you said, a little too quickly. Justine raised her eyebrow. You cleared your throat. “I mean, he’s been nothing but gentlemanly and considerate. He’s very kind and gentle--nothing at all like how he presents in court. I don’t think he hates humans at all. It’s just that he...keeps a distance from most people due to the nature of his work.”

You thought back to all the conversations you had with Neuvillette, and what you had observed of him. He simply didn’t give off the air of someone who hated humans. Would someone like that sit in the seat of the Chief Justice for centuries?

But you couldn’t say he wholeheartedly loved them either. There was a deliberate distance there, but the reason for it was unknown to you.

“Mm-hmm,” Justine made a sound. She was grinning. You then realized that you had fallen into deep thought. “So, tell me more about my brother-in-law.”

“B-Brother-in-law?” you spluttered.

“Isn’t that what he is?”

“Well...yes, but...” It had only occurred to you then that Neuvillette was technically related to your family now. You had never gave it much thought before, so focused on other aspects of the marriage. You cleared your throat again. “What do you want to know? Just so you know, I don’t know his true identity or anything.”

“I don’t care about that! I want to know what living with him is like. He’s so mysterious, after all! Ooh, I don’t know how you can bear seeing that handsome face every single day!” Now she was sounding more like her old self.

You had a feeling that she would keep pestering you if you didn’t throw her a bone. What’s the harm in telling her a few things, you thought. Plus, you did kind of wanted to talk to someone about him.

“You get used to it after a few months,” you started, and Justine leaned forward in rapt attention.

“So...he’s an old man, basically?” Justine said after you finished talking. You were currently in the kitchen, watching Mrs. Bernard icing the cake. The three-tiered butterscotch cake was decorated with pink and blue roses (“Didn’t I tell you? It’s to celebrate your wedding!” Justine answered when you asked about the blue roses) and looked every bit as delicious as something you’d see in the window displays of the fancy cake shops in the Court.

“What...? How did you get to that conclusion?” you whirled around to her. Mrs. Bernard let out a quiet snort.

“According to you, he enjoys long, solitary walks by the water, has a preference for moist foods, and loves talking to his daughters and asking about their day. That sounds just like Old Man Julien,” Justine replied matter-of-factly. Old Man Julien was an elderly neighbor of yours who had no teeth. And he did enjoy long walks and chewable foods.

“...No, it doesn’t,” you said, even as you inwardly thought that you might have inadvertently ruined Neuvillette’s image. Although, he is old...and a man...so she’s technically correct...wait, why am I thinking about this!? “So what? Is that a crime? Nothing wrong with having distinctive tastes, is there?”

“Never said there was,” Justine was still grinning. You turned away from her with a huff, and she hopped around to face you. “And Sister, you’re a terrible liar!”

“What do you mean?”

“You are interested in Monsieur Neuvillette! I’ve never seen you talk so much about someone who isn’t some musty old historical figure!” Justine clapped her hands together.

“And smiling at that,” Mrs. Bernard added. You didn’t recall smiling.

“That’s because he’s an interesting person. Like you said, he’s mysterious. No one knows what he is or where he came from. And he’s hundreds of years old, and...” Realizing that you sounded far too defensive, you clamped your lips shut.

“Oh, Sister, you should just be honest with yourself,” Justine shook her head.

“I do not know what you are talking about. I did not lie about a single thing. And you should watch how you speak about your brother-in-law.”

“I know, I know... Ooh, I have an idea. Let me do your makeup! And then I’ll take pictures and send them to my brother-in-law, and then he’ll be so awestruck by your beauty that he’ll be eager to take you to balls every night!”

“Please don’t do that. It’s a secret marriage, remember?” you reminded her as she dragged you upstairs.

But she wasn’t listening to you as she chattered to herself. “...And then I’ll tie blue ribbons into your hair, to match those blue things in his hair.”

“Actually, those are horns,” you couldn’t help but correct her.

“They are!? ...I bet he let you touch them, didn’t he?”

You suppressed a groan. You were beginning to regret telling her anything at all.

I hope Neuvillette’s having a more relaxing time than me, you thought.

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Hey I love to become Stereotypical blonde football player guy with amazing muscles and a hairy body

"Why don't you take this spring break too, darling?" "Why don't you relax after your first semester, you've been so hard-working, boy" You can't hear it anymore. After the exams, you would have loved to go to the mountains. Hiking. And explore the starry sky at night. But no, you gave in to pressure from your parents and set off for South Beach in your ancient VW Jetta. This is going to be endlessly embarrassing. You're pale, chubby, completely untrained. You're a virgin. No one has ever sucked your pathetic little cock. And you've never sucked anyone else. For your taste, it should have stayed that way. But now it's Florida. And you don't even drink alcohol.

Your father actually found a cassette entitled "Freshman's Guide to Spring Break". It's embarrassing enough that you only have a cassette player in the car. You listened to your beloved 12-tone music during the whole journey. Schönberg was a genius after your own heart. But now, just under an hour before your destination, you put the cassette in. Accompanied by hip-hop, someone speaks in a nasty slang. You can just imagine the guy Football-Jock. One of the guys who bullied you at college last year. "Yo, dude! let me tell you ha to get da hottest spring break. You'll have more sex n more fun dan you can imagine." You take a deep breath. This is going to be great… "You should start uh year in advance n get your muscles burning every day. An important motto of spring break is n remains 'sun's out, guns out'." Well bravo, then you can turn around right away. What kind of stupid advice is that an hour before you get out of the car? A little late, perhaps, to… Damn it! Your muscles are swelling. And in your head, a profound knowledge of the gym matures. Hey, the gym is your home. "Bruh, last haircut maximum three months before you go to da beach. Yes, your mommy will be sad about da messy look at christmas. But uh surfer's mane is best for da beach." You said it, dude. You think to yourself. Your hair is flapping in the wind. You love it. "N bruh, don't wash your hair two weeks before. You can smell da sweat from your football helmet in your hair." Hehehe, sure thing. Showering sucks, but washing your hair is for wimps. You love the look when you take your helmet off after the game and your sweaty hair lies wildly on your head. "My tip, dude, is that da last time you shave is two weeks before spring break. Nah one wants uh clean shaven guy on da beach. N while we're on da subject of shaving. You can shave your chest again four days before you get ta steppin. Da stubble on your mighty pecs looks hot." The traffic is getting heavier. More and more party-addicted students are clogging up the streets. You scratch your chest. Yes, the bruh with the podcast coming from the sick speakers of your powerful new car knows all about it.

"So dude, before you hit da road, one last workout. You'll have somethin other dan sport on your mind for da next few days. Nah more showers afta training n keep your training clothes on for da journey." It already smells a bit in the car. But it's the stench of youthful masculinity. Up ahead is the guesthouse where the others from your football team are staying. Some of them are already there. And obviously already drunk. The podcast said that the most important accessory in the car is the cool can of beer for the arrival. Hell yes! You park the car, get out, rip open the can, drink the beer on ex and crush the can between your forearm and biceps. Spring break is only once a year. Let the games begin!

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 month ago

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Dutton Christmas - 3

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Snow continued to fall within the mountains of Wyoming, leaving the smell of burning firewood lingering throughout the air as every house was relying on wood to keep them warm. Kiera and Simon went to bed late on Christmas Eve, waiting for both Fernando and Mya, Kiera's niece, to fall asleep as they were eager to see what Santa brought them.

Kiera would giggle as she went to retrieve the Elf on the Shelf from where it was from its previous encounter, smirking at Simon as they both contemplated on what to do with it. "So... do we play a prank on the kids, or do we traumatize Johnny?" She giggled, loose strands of hair framing her face as her hair was thrown into a bun.

Simon paused for a few seconds as he looked at her - that familiar gleam in her eyes as she seemed to be a completely different person than how she was when they met. He was, too. Hell, the entire team was.

She wore fleece pajama pants that matched her mother and sister, the fleece printed with penguins in Santa hats as she wore a loose t-shirt to accommodate her sleeping habits.

It was actually one of Simon's t-shirts.

"I don't know about you, but I'd love to hear Johnny squeal like a schoolgirl over this little thing." He chuckled as he approached her, taking the elf from her hand as they were the only two awake in the lodge, being the ones to volunteer to set up the gifts from "Santa" to make her niece happy as well as Fernando, who Alejandro snuck his gifts with him on the flight, wanting to make Christmas morning just as special.

She grinned, "What're you planning?"

"I'll figure it out." He replied, unable to resist the beautiful temptation in front of him. His eyes were tired as the clock read a quarter past two a.m., large flakes of snow falling from the sky as the reflection from the decorative lights on the tree made an amber glow against the glass. He stepped closer to her, feeling her stand on her toes as the last time he had kissed her was that morning after her surprise.

She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer by her waist. He couldn't recall a time he saw her with her hair up, but he enjoyed it. Her hands now cupped his cheeks, breaking the kiss for a breath, feeling his lips press against her forehead. "I'm so happy." She whispered.

"Me too, love," He admitted, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Never thought I'd experience this."

"Well, I'm glad you are." She smiled up at him.

"As long as I'm with you, it's all that matters."

She grinned, pressing her head against his warm chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. "Let's go prank Soap and go to bed."

He smirked as he followed her to the front door, the pair slipping on their shoes before trudging through the snowfall and to the guesthouse where Soap and the rest of the team were staying.

She opened the door slowly, seeing that Price was still awake - barely, if she may add, but was still awake. "Something happen?" He asked groggily.

"Something's about to happen," Kiera giggled, Simon holding up the elf that he still had in his hands. "What room is he staying in?"

"Christ," Price mumbled, knowing exactly who Kiera and Simmon were looking for, running his palm over his face before pointing down the hall. "Last room on the left."

She and Simon smirked with amusement, "He's a really light sleeper, isn't he?" She asked.

"No, it's an act of congress to wake him up... Usually," Simon replied. "Don't know about now. We're about to find out."

He led the way down the hall, the wood floor creaking under their weight. "Wait here." He said lowly.

"Why?"

"I don't know if he's decent or not."

She giggled, "Okay."

He slowly turned the knob that led into the room, Soap's sleeping form taking up the entire bed as he slept on his stomach. Simon kept the light off, motioning for her to enter the room, smirking as she entered the room with a pair of scissors and a marker. "Give me that." He smirked.

She watched as he took the marker, lightly tracing circles around his eyes and drawing a cartoonish mustache on his lip that curled up onto his cheeks while Kiera cut small circles on his shirt and pants as well as his socks. "Sleepin' like a rock, yeah?" He whispered to him, pleased at how the prank wasn't ruined by Soap waking to his mischievous touch. "Surprised you didn't draw a Johnson going into his mouth."

"Figured you'd want the honors of doing that," Kiera giggled, setting the elf on the foot of his bed with the scissors in its arms. A menace, she thought as she looked at the silly toy, following Simon out of the room with shared whispers as to how he would react in the morning.

After wishing a good night's sleep to Price on their way out, the couple laughed as they ran through the pouring snow, Simon's hand grasping hers as he led the way, entering her house with their hands all over each other as the floor was slick with their wet shoes. Snowflakes stuck to her hair, leaving wet tresses behind as it melted. She looked up as snow dusted on Simon's hair as well, leaving small flakes to latch to his eyelashes. "I'm so jealous." She whispered, bringing her hands up to his face and wiping the snow away from his eyebrows.

"Of what?"

"That you have longer eyelashes than me," She giggled, watching him roll his eyes playfully. "I need to get mine done now that I'm thinking about it."

"Done?"

"Yeah, I used to get eyelash extensions. They're so short. I used to get my nails done, too. Might just run into town next week and get it done."

He huffed a laugh, "You don't need to do that. You're beautiful the way you are. But if you do, let me know and I'll pay for it."

"No, no, don't be spending your money on me, babe." She shook her head.

"Why not? I can't take care of you?"

"Oh, you can, but you don't have to pay for the things I want. You spend your money for things you want."

"And I want to spend my money on you." He said lowly, his hands resting on the small of her back.

She sighed, breathing a chuckle as she pressed her forehead against his chest, "We'll argue about this later. I'm ready for bed."

"I'll be right behind you, love."

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Snow had settled with the rising sun, piercing wind kissing the side of every building in its wake. Both Kiera and Simon had slept soundly that night, neither one having a nightmare nor even a tussle, both waking up in the same position they had fallen asleep in.

Sunlight beamed through the bedroom window, Simon's eyes fluttering open as Kiera's warm body nestled against him as she sought his warmth. He fought the urge to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't. She was too warm and looked too peaceful, Simon knowing that she needed it. He breathed in heavily, fighting a yawn as he pressed his lips to her forehead, his cheek soon to replace them as he let her cling to him after his growing stubble had tickled her sensitive skin.

She hummed, her right arm that was draped over his torso tightening as if she were reassuring herself that he was still there. Her fingers splayed just at the bottom of his ribcage, unaware that Simon didn't like that area touched his hand and gently grasped hers, removing it from the area as he couldn't fight the haunting thoughts of being hung by his ribs from his mind.

He knew she had no cruel intentions toward him as it was an innocent gesture masked by her sleep. Anywhere else belongs to you, love, he thought. Just not there.

Keeping her hand encased in his, he rubbed the top of hers with his thumb, feeling her squeeze it back subtly as she began to wake up, fluttering her hazel eyes up towards him, flashing a weak, tired smile. "Good morning, baby." She whispered.

"Morning, sweetheart."

"What time is it?"

"Not time to get up yet, that's for sure."

She huffed, "What if I wanted to?"

"I wouldn't let you. You're too warm. I'm comfortable."

He felt her shake her head against his chest as her fingers began curling against his chest, his shirt being taken with her grasp as she was desperate to feel his hot skin against the pads of her fingers. "I'm fine with that."

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Kiera awoke to an empty space next to her. Frowning, she slowly sat up in bed before coming to the realization that Simon was finishing up his shower, judging by the sound of the water turning off and the smell of his body wash engulfing her nostrils. Sighing as she stretched, a bright red bow caught her attention as it clasped together a gift bag that he had set on the foot of the bed. Grinning, she was eager to look inside it.

"No peeking." Simon said as he walked into the room, seeing Kiera on all fours as if she was suspicious about taking a gander at the contents inside.

"I wasn't."

"So you normally just curl that little finger around every bag that's in your line of sight?" He chuckled, rustling a towel through his hair before hanging it over the curtain rod, his chest glistening with moisture and a towel hugging his waist.

He smirked as he noticed Kiera's eyes wander over his body before catching herself as if she didn't look.

Oh, he knew.

Fuck, he did it too when she would step out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

"Well, you can't just sit something here to tease me." She giggled, referring to the gift bag.

He smirked, "Go on. Open it."

"I'll wait for you to change. I can wait." She blushed.

"Who said I was going to change?"

"I - erm..."

She was flustered and he picked up on it. How her tongue poked out between her lips to lick away the dryness her blush caused. He noticed how the blush bled from her cheeks and migrated to her neck, leaving red blotches across her skin.

"I'll be right back," He chuckled, turning back towards the bathroom to get his fresh set of clothes, walking back into the room to take his clothes worn from the night prior into the laundry room. The blush never left her face when he walked back into the room, pleased to know that she had other thoughts on her mind with those doe-like eyes of hers. "Want a tea?"

"Fuckin' Brits," She giggled. "I'm more of a coffee gal."

"I'll make some if you want, but I prefer tea in the morning."

"Of course you do."

He shook his head playfully, walking back into the kitchen to get himself a mug, eager to taste the familiar warmth of Earl Grey spoon over his tongue, hearing her rummage through the bedroom as if she were rushing to do something before he returned.

When he did, another gift bag sat on the bed along with two other boxes that were wrapped in tight paper. She sat in the middle of the bed, her ankles crossed and a mischievous smile on her face. You didn't have to get me anything, he sighed, his eyes softening to the scene before him.

She smiled, watching him set his mug on the dresser before joining her on the bed, desperate to taste her lips on his as he cupped her face with one hand as his other kept him balanced when he leaned towards her. "Go on, open it." She giggled.

"Oh, no, you're going first, love."

She sighed in defeat, nervous to see what he had gotten her, but grateful that he had thought about her enough in her absence to get her a gift.

Something she wasn't used to.

She pulled the gift bag close to her lap, unlacing the bow that held the handles together and removing the tissue paper, and setting it beside her.

He watched her face steadily, studying hard on her eyes as they lit up at the contents inside.

She removed the weighted blanket first, her fingers splaying over the fleece lining on the underside of it, immediately removing it from its binding and bringing it over her shoulders. "How did you know I've been wanting one of these?" She smiled.

"I didn't," He answered. "Figured you'd like one when you're reading on the couch."

A smirk spread on his face as her eyes lulled shut at the feeling of the blanket around her shoulders. He wasn't a fan of weighted blankets - weighted anything, really - as he thought they felt suffocating. "You have more stuff in there, love."

She continued to empty the bag's contents, gleaming as she pulled out her favorite bottle of perfume that she was sure he'd never guess, a pair of turquoise stud earrings that resembled the pair she had been looking at online, a pair of fleece socks that she was quick to put on her cold feet, and a book that sat on the bottom of the bag after giggling at the mug that had 'I'm fucking fabulous' printed on the side in cursive font. "Simon," She smiled. "Thank you so much. I love the earrings." She finished, rewarding him with a kiss, Simon smirking into it as the book was still in her hand.

She plopped back down onto the bed, eager to read the book he had bought for her, opening the front page, noticing that one of the pages had a crimped corner as if it were marked purposely.

She flipped to it.

It was a short poem, the few lines speaking volumes to her as if it were something Simon had written himself. "I'm never good with words," He admitted. "I read the same book when I was overseas on my second deployment, wondering when someone would make me feel the way the person sees someone else in these poems."

She locked her eyes with his during his explanation before turning to the marked page:

She wanted to cry, never feeling the amount of immense love Simon managed to give her in such a short period of time. Some might think that Simon was love-bombing her, but between them, their relationship felt as if they had been together for ages, bonding so well in just a short amount of time during their deployment.

He knew - knew one hundred percent that she was the person he was going to be devoted to.

Through hell or high water.

She was his person. His person to vent to, to love, to protect, to be loyal to - she was going to be his wife one day.

One fucking day, he thought, glancing down at her left ring finger as she held the book, picturing a perfect diamond ring to dress her finger.

He was her soulmate - a man to be there to hold her at night, to protect her heart from herself, to extinguish her insecurities with one graceful touch after the other, a man to present her body to in a bed of marriage as a man and wife, a man to love her for all insecurities she carried with her, a man to give her everything she always wanted.

No other woman could present the bond they shared, finding it rather surprising that they had connected as quickly as they did, finding themselves worrying the each other on the battlefield, thinking of the other during their favorite song, picturing themselves with the other doing ordinary tasks, and wishing they were together when apart.

She had lived in his mind rent-free since the first time he saw her.

Relentless, he recounted his first thought of her, remembering how delicate he knew she could be when she was around ones she loved or was fond of. She was a woman of both emotional and physical power, but her hold on him was nothing more than welcoming.

She smiled as she set the book aside, devoting her full attention to him as she moved to her knees, grasping his face in her soft, yet weathered hands, pressing her lips to his as his hand reached over to stabilize her by her knee. "I love you, sweetheart." He whispered.

"I love you too," She replied into the kiss, pressing her lips against his a bit harder as he was desperate to deepen it, to continue his pursuit of making love to her. He wanted it so fucking bad that he couldn't see straight sometimes, but that line was all hers to cross first, seeming that her healing injuries weren't stopping her recently. That familiar, throbbing frustration began pressing against his sweatpants, his other hand reaching for the weighted blanket that she had set aside while continuing to open her gift to cover the obvious tension she was causing him, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Oh, but she did.

"The things you do to me, love." He breathed.

"The feeling is mutual, babe." She smirked against his lips.

Please give me that green light, he begged mentally, his fingertips that were resting on her knee squeezing softly. He knew she wasn't going to just yet, enjoying the vice-like sexual hold she had on him as well as not being physically ready yet, but the thought was nice. He didn't mind her teasing, knowing he could do it just as well, perhaps better if it came down to it.

♪You look at me and babe I wanna catch on fire♪

The lyric to her favorite song made its way into her mind as his gaze on her was enticing, that gleam reminding her of the lyric. It all makes sense now.

♪When you look at me and the whole world fades, I'll always remember us this way♪

He felt it, too, coincidentally thinking of the same song, seeing the same gleam in her eye.

♪All I really know, is you're where I wanna go♪

#simonghostriley #simonriley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #callofduty #cod #ghost cod mw2 #cod mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod

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70s80sandbeyond · 4 months ago

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Frank Sinatra’s mountain home Villa Maggio.

5 acres, 4,300 feet up a mountain overlooking Palm Springs & the Coachella valley. 5 bedroom main house, 4 bedroom guesthouse, pool w/ sauna, tennis & basketball courts & a lighted helipad.

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kit-teung · 1 year ago

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miss cherry do you by any chance need a partner to help you manage your lovely guesthouse in the mountains 👉👈

#i volunteer #last twilight

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redheadspark · 1 year ago

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Can I request Druig(from Eternals) x Reader with August prompt no. 2? Thank you!!

A/N - I think this is rather cute for Druig! Thanks for requesting this!

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Summary - Druig tries something new,

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“You ready to try this?”

“I’m not sure just yet,”

“Come on, Druig. You rang a cult for the last 500 years and you never learned?”

“I had other obligations to do!”

The horse next to you snorted, Druig jumping slightly as you chuckled and adjusted the saddle. He was near the opening to the corral, the warm Summer sun was barely beneath the mountains that were miles away. The ranch that you two were using for the last few days was out in rural Montana and a horse corral that was open for use. The owners of the ranch gave you and Druig access to the horses whenever you wanted, and thankfully you knew a thing or two when it came to riding from your time out traveling the world on your own.

So now you were teaching Druig how to ride a horse.

He never got to learn how to ride one, for as long as you were on Earth. Both because he never got around to learn how to ride, and he always avoided it. There was no real need for him to be on a horse anyways, as well as the rest of you since some of you could move a bit faster.

After stopping the Emergence from happening and saving the world, you and Druig decided to stick together and go out on your own on Earth. 500 years of being apart from one another, not to mention the pent up feelings you had for each other long before that and you never said a word, being together seemed like the most natural thing to do. Druig never wanted to leave your side ever again, kissing your along the waves of the beach right after Sersi stopped Tiamut, almost like an unleash of tensions that seemed to simmer under the surface from the both of you.

Of course, the others were just as relived when you two got together, even Phastos grumbled under his breath, “Finally!”

Now that Thena and Makkari took to space to find other Eternals and the rest of the group went back to their normal lives, you and Druig wanted to make up for lost time. One idea that you had was to stay on a ranch for a month or two, out in the open air, and simply enjoy one another. Druig found a massive ranch that had a separate guesthouse for you both to use and during your second night at the ranch, he let slip that he never learned how to ride a horse.

You nearly chocked on your wine, then deciding to make it your mission to teach him how to ride.

“Alright, come over here and grab onto the saddle here,” You instructed him, seeing him walk over with hesitance towards you and the horse. It was always this way with him, cautious and tentative. No matter if he was deciding on something simple like what kind of meal he was going to make himself, or massive and complex like humanity or mind control. Everything was precise to him, and yet now you were throwing a wrench with him in doing something out of his comfort zone.

Carefully he placed his hand on the horn of the saddle, looking rather squeamish and uneasy as the horse was towering over him. You were remaining calm though, not just for the sake of the horses not freaking out, but for Druig. He would never show he was uneasy with a task in front of him, but you knew him well enough to know that he was not liking this hobby.

“Okay, you’re doing great,” You reassured him as he was still clinging onto the saddle, “Now place your foot in the loop here…that foot….okay!”

Druig was a bit clumsy in getting his foot up, but of course you didn’t want to laugh to make it worse for him. But you only wished you had your camera to take a picture and share with the others, then again, you knew you would never hear the end of it.

“Now the fun part is pulling yourself up and straddling the saddle,” You explained, Druig hesitating for another moment with the thought of pulling himself up to sit on a horse. You merely kissed his cheek and rubbed his back.

“You got this, babe,” You soothed at him, “You’re the Mind Controlling Eternal who saved and ran a community for the last 500 years and helped saved the world from a Celestial. Surely you can ride a horse!”

Druig flushed from the praise you were giving him, never once to want to have the spotlight on him in any way. If he could he would rather hide away in the darkness and let others have the shine on them, to which you loved his humble heart all the more.

Before you knew it, Druig hoisted himself up and swung his leg over, getting onto the saddle with ease. You beamed up at him, seeing him cling into the saddle for dear life.

“Look at you on a horse!” You said in glee, fishing out your phone from your back pocket quickly, “Let me take a picture and show it Makkari—“

“Dont you dare,” Druig grumbled at you as you were about to take the picture. You sighed, showing your phone back in your pocket and then taking the reins in your hands.

“Let’s just walk around the corral and get used to being on a horse,” You explained, “Give the horse a gentle tap with your heels on his belly. It won’t hurt him, trust me,”

Druig did just that, the horse walking nice and slow in a good cadence. Druig was watching you walk along his horse, a small smirk on her lips as he was still holding onto the horn of the saddle and getting used to being in a saddle.

“Tell me again how you learned how to ride?” Druig asked as you were going along the corral fence gently.

“Backpacking in the Canadian Rockies and picking up a few trades from there,” You explained, “Those cowboys taught me everything I know.”

“Cowboys?” He asked you, almost in a jealous tone as you chuckled and patted the horses neck.

“They’re a bit more rugged than you,” You teased him as he rolled his eyes, “But you are far more handsome than any of them”

Seeing the blush on his cheeks, you kept walking along the inside of the corral ring a few more rounds. You both wanted this peace together for centuries, and now there was nothing else in your way. You wanted to let these new years together drag on, not going too fast or letting the other slip away.

Yet Druig was groaning and moaning from the sore muscles the following morning, you giggling as you iced his legs and thighs. You texted Makkari about it later, in which Makkari thought it was the funniest thing in the world and was sworn to secrecy

The End

August Prompt Session

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thistransient · 6 months ago

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How was Ladakh? I heard it's very scenic, I've been meaning to visit.

I've been mulling this over for a while, because this trip to Ladakh was also my first time in India, and thus the two things are a bit intertwined. Also one must take into consideration that most of what I saw outside of Leh, I saw while clinging to the back of a motorbike, often wondering if I was sustaining brain damage. I suspected the natural wonders were twice as awe-inspiring when observed with the knowledge that they could be the last thing I ever saw. If you want to go on two wheels, do get proper gear and think twice about riding pillion.

That said, it really was gorgeous out there.

If you like mountains, it's the place to be. If you like Tibetan Buddhist monasteries, it's also the place to be. I wasn't sure what to expect in regards to human interactions, but on my own in Leh there was basically no hassle from strangers. If anything the hassle was that the tour office the guesthouse recommended did not have anyone going on the route I wanted to take- which was how I ended up on a motorcycle trek with some random guys from the guesthouse to begin with. For the rest of it, they handled everything, for which I'm eternally grateful.

If you get the chance to go, go! I'm glad I went, but if I could go back in time I'd also be better prepared for the elements- despite copious amounts of sunblock eventually I had to accept that I was just going to be sunburnt, cracked, and chapped, with dried out nasal passages. It also gets really cold, even in June. I didn't bring enough warm stuff cause I only had a carry-on and I figured I'd just buy something there (which inevitably I did), but then no one from any airline actually checked my luggage weight at any point, so I kinda wish I'd just brought a whole ass winter coat. Two weeks was also not enough, I stuck around Leh to acclimatise for 4 days (which felt like overkill at first but it was really a good idea), and only ended up seeing Nubra Valley, Pangong Tso, and Alchi Monastery with the guys. I had hoped to also see Tso Moriri and Hanle but was too worn out by the time they left, and spent the rest of my days hanging around Leh feeling rather ill.

All in all, I wasn't really sure what to expect in going, but it exceeded all expectations. I also think if I had not already been on enough terrible roads in various countries in the past, I might have been slightly overwhelmed. If I hadn't been in the company of people who were fond of street dogs (and finally desensitised me), I probably would not have had as good a time because there are a lot of them. They do make quite a racket at night, bring earplugs. In the end though, the pros certainly outweigh the cons (and obviously I survived and came back to tell the tale.) If you're looking for scenic, I give it 11/10, possibly more.

Final note, Indian SIM cards don't work in Ladakh, but the Ladakh SIM card works in India (I'm not sure about Jammu + Kashmir). J+K Bank ATMs did NOT want to dispense me cash with my foreign card (unfortunate because they were the only ones outside the city), but other banks worked fine.

#ask #answer #anon #ladakh

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flowerznleaves · 8 months ago

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Day off in love | shinez

a/n: this is my first work in tumblr. I have dabbled on ao3 before but decided to change it up. this story will be told in 2 parts, finishing after the day off season 4 series is done! thank you for supporting!

Pairing: shinez | kazuha x yunjin

>wc: 1.9k

sypnosis: Le Sserafim has a much needed day off in a secluded cabin. Kazuha and Yunjin struggle to conceal their affection amidst the watchful eyes of their members. Eager for stolen moments of intimacy, they navigate the delicate balance of their hidden relationship while endeavoring to maintain the facade of camaraderie.

PART 1

As the members stepped out of their shared tour bus, tucked away in the woods, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief, their weary expressions softening as they took in the peaceful surroundings. The scent of pine trees filled the air, mingling with the crisp mountain breeze, offering a welcome escape from their busy schedules.

Yunjin's eyes sparkled with excitement, surveying their temporary retreat, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Ah," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "You can see the stars so clearly."

Kazuha nodded in agreement, her gaze flickering to Yunjin with a hint of warmth before approaching the guesthouse.. "It has a great ambience," she replied, her voice soft with appreciation.

Kazuha was the first to notice the comfortable sofa tucked near the fireplace. “Wow, this sofa! It’s so comfy!" Kazuha exclaimed, sinking into the plush cushions with a contented sigh. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced over at Yunjin, who was standing nearby, distracted by something in her hands.

Yunjin quickly caught Kazuha's gaze and a knowing smile spread across her lips. Without hesitation, she abandoned whatever had captured her attention and gracefully made her way to the sofa, sitting down with her book next to Kazuha.

“Wow! I’d love to have one of these in my room!” Yunjin remarked, sinking into the cushions. She let out a soft sigh of contentment as she nestled into the plush upholstery, her muscles relaxing against the support.

Kazuha couldn't help but smile at the sight of Yunjin getting comfortable beside her. It was rare to see Yunjin let her guard down like this, and Kazuha cherished these moments when they could simply be themselves, away from the pressures of their public personas.

As the rest of the members continued exploring the cabin, Kazuha and Yunjin shared a secret moment on the cozy sofa.

"Isn't it just perfect?" Kazuha said, casting a sideways glance at Yunjin. "I could sit here all day."

Yunjin nodded in agreement, her eyes drifting closed momentarily as she savored the tranquility of the moment. "It's like a little slice of paradise," she murmured, a serene expression gracing her features.

After a moment of silence, Yunjin turned towards Kazuha with a mischievous glance. "Wow, this really is comfy," Yunjin replied, her voice low as she leaned in closer to Kazuha, making sure to look around the room before continuing . "Almost as comfy as being with you."

Kazuha's cheeks flushed at Yunjin's words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling within her. She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against Yunjin's ear as she whispered, "I know a few things that are even more comfortable."

Yunjins' breath caught in her throat at the implication, and a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "Do you now?" she whispered back, her voice filled with playful anticipation.

Yunjin's cheeks flushed at the suggestion, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she caught the playful glint in Kazuha's eyes. "I like the sound of that," she replied with a teasing grin, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper.

Their members exchanged curious glances as they caught sight of Yunjin and Kazuha's whispered conversation, their eyebrows raising in silent inquiry. Chaewon leaned in closer to Eunchae, her voice low and conspiratorial.

"I wonder what those two are up to," she murmured, her tone tinged with amusement. "They've been acting awfully secretive lately."

Eunchae nodded in agreement, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. "I don't know, but I have a feeling they're hiding something," she replied with a giggle, her voice filled with playful speculation.

Sakura glanced over at Yunjin and Kazuha with a curious expression, her heart fluttering with curiosity. "Well, as long as they're enjoying themselves," she said with a smile, her voice warm with affection.

And as they settled into their cozy cabin, laughter and light-hearted banter filled the air, Yunjin and Kazuha shared stolen glances and secret smiles, their love a silent melody weaving through the fabric of their shared moments.

﹋﹋

The members were lounging around the table relaxing after a delicious dinner. Stomachs happy and content with a meal only a true day off can serve them. Kazuha and Yunjin, still seated at the table, shared a mischievous glance.

"I just want to walk a little bit. Will you explore with me?" Kazuha suggested, her voice laced with hidden meaning.

"Sure," Yunjin replied with a smile, understanding Kazuha's true intentions. "Let's go."

As the two made their way towards the door, the rest of the members exchanged knowing looks.

"Do those two really think they are being subtle at all ," Chaewon remarked, her voice laced with amusement. "I wonder what's going on between them."

"I have no idea, but it's definitely something," Sakura replied with a smile. "It's kind of cute, though."

Outside, the air was crisp and cool, and the moon was shining brightly. The trees were bathed in the soft glow of the early evening light, and a sense of tranquility hung in the air. Kazuha and Yunjin walked along a dirt path, their fingers intertwined.

"This place is so beautiful," Kazuha murmured, her voice tinged with awe.

"It really is," Yunjin agreed, a smile playing at her lips as she took in the scenic surroundings.

Yunjin turned to Kazuha, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I think we should explore some more, somewhere away from the cameras maybe" she said, her voice low and husky.

Kazuha blushed, her heart fluttering with anticipation as they realized Yunjin's true intentions.

"I think you’re onto something there," she replied, a playful grin spreading across her face.

The two made their way to a secluded area of the grounds, hidden away from the rest of the world.

As they entered the clearing, a sense of peace settled over them, and they felt a strong connection to the nature surrounding them.

"It's so quiet here," Yunjin remarked, her voice filled with wonder. "It's almost like we're the only two people in the world."

"I know," Kazuha replied, her heart swelling with emotion. "It's so peaceful and beautiful."

The two stood in silence, basking in the serenity of the moment. Then, Yunjin turned to Kazuha, her gaze intense.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Kazuha's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she took in Yunjin's words.

"Me too," she replied, her voice filled with longing.

Yunjin stepped closer to Kazuha, the electricity between them palpable.

"I can't wait any longer," she breathed, her lips mere inches from Kazuha's.

Kazuha's body trembled with anticipation, her pulse racing.

"Me neither," she murmured, closing the gap between them and bringing their lips together in a tender kiss.

As their lips touched, a jolt of electricity shot through both of them, and a wave of emotion washed over them.

They were both lost in a haze of lust, desire pooling in the pit of their stomachs as the kiss intensified.

They broke apart for a moment, then came together again, their passion escalating as their kisses grew more desperate.

At that moment, Eunchae, wandering through the woods, had been searching for Yunjin and Kazuha. She had expected to find them lost in a game of hide-and-seek or perhaps mauled by a bear. What she didn't expect was stumbling upon them tangled together in a mess of teeth and tongues.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her,

Eunchae stood frozen, feeling like an intruder on a scene meant only for them. She blinked several times, as if trying to convince herself that what she was seeing was real. Finally, she cleared her throat, breaking the spell they were under.

"Um... I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Eunchae stammered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Yunjin and Kazuha broke apart, looking equally flustered. "Eunchae!" Yunjin exclaimed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red that matched her hair.

Kazuha scratched the back of her head, sheepishly avoiding Eunchae's gaze. "Hey, uh... this is not what it looks like…” Eunchae couldn't help but laugh at their awkwardness. “Please, I don’t want to know. Now, don't let me interrupt any further," she teased, turning to leave them to their moment and dashing back inside the cabin.

Chaewon noticed Eunchae's troubled expression immediately. "Hey, Eunchae, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," she remarked, concerned about lacing her voice.

Sakura, ever perceptive, glanced up from where she was arranging her knitting supplies. "Yeah, you seem a little off. Did something happen out there?" she asked, her brows furrowing in worry.

Eunchae forced a smile, trying to push aside the image of Yunjin and Kazuha from her mind. "Oh, it's nothing, just got a bit lost in the woods," she replied, shrugging off their concern.

Chaewon and Sakura exchanged a skeptical glance, clearly not buying her explanation. "Are you sure? You seem more flustered than usual," Chaewon pointed out, her brow furrowing with concern.

Sakura nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and your cheeks are a bit flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

Eunchae shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of her secret pressing down on her. "I'm fine, really. Just got a bit too much sun at the amusement park today, I guess," she muttered, avoiding their gazes.

As Kazuha and Yunjin returned to the cabin, the other members were waiting for them, their expressions filled with curiosity.

"Where have you two been?" Chaewon asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Yunjin and Kazuha exchanged a knowing glance, their cheeks flushed with a faint blush.

"Just exploring the grounds," Yunjin replied, her tone nonchalant. Her eyes met with Eunchae, but quickly averted her gaze, writing down a reminder in her head to talk to the maknae later on.

"Really?" Chaewon asked, her gaze narrowing as she studied the pair. "You seem awfully...close."

Kazuha blushed deeper, their embarrassment growing as the others stared at them with interest.

"Yeah, well, it's not like we were doing anything...bad," Yunjin muttered, her cheeks burning.

Sakura chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Come on, let’s go to the backyard," Sakura said, her tone reassuring. She knew not to push her friends into a conversation they weren’t ready to have.

As the girls stepped out onto the cabin's porch and caught sight of the backyard adorned with a desert table and a crackling fire pit, Kazuha couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, it's so pretty!" Her eyes sparkled with appreciation as she scanned the scene.

Yunjin's excitement bubbled over as she exclaimed, "They prepared it for us!" Her gratitude warmed her voice, reflecting the feeling of being valued by their managers.

"There's even chocolate!" Chaewon exclaimed, eagerly tearing open the s'mores package. With a mischievous grin, she skewered her first marshmallow and held it over the flames, inviting the others to join in.

As the marshmallows began to brown and melt, filling the air with their sweet aroma, the members laughed and joked with each other, enjoying this unexpected moment of relaxation amidst their busy schedules.

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Later on, the building adjacent to the shared house buzzed with excitement as the members prepared for Sakura's birthday live stream. Cameras were set up, decorations adorned the room, and a table filled with delectable treats awaited their audience's virtual celebration.

Yunjin and Kazuha, their hearts still fluttering from the close call that evening, exchanged nervous glances as they took their places in front of the camera. The air crackled with anticipation, the excitement palpable as they greeted their fans who had tuned in from around the world.

As the live stream commenced, the members shared stories and laughter, their camaraderie shining through the screen. But amidst the joyous celebration, a playful comment from one of their fans caught Kazuha off guard.

"Please kiss" the comment read, accompanied by a string of playful emojis.

Kazuha's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as she listened to Chaewon read the comment aloud, her heart pounding in her chest. She stole a quick glance at Yunjin, who met her gaze with a reassuring smile, but the fear of exposure gnawed at her insides.

"Who?" Kazuha stammered, her words faltering as she struggled to find a response. In her flustered state, a sudden jolt of her hand caused Kazuha to accidentally knock over the coffee cup next to her, sending a cascade of coffee spilling onto Yunjin's lap.

Gasps of shock echoed through the room as Yunjin jumped up in surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief as the liquid seeped through her clothes. Kazuha couldn't help but burst into laughter, apologizing profusely as she scrambled to grab napkins, her hands shaking with amusement and remorse.

Yunjin, though initially startled, couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. With a mischievous grin, she turned her attention to the live stream viewers with mock severity "If you say such dangerous comments" she exclaimed, “It will cause an accident. This is your responsibility”.

Meanwhile, Kazuha, still flustered, tried to salvage the moment with a sheepish grin. "Don’t be too flabbergasted" she joked, earning a chorus of chuckles from her members.

With the tension diffused and everyone in high spirits, the birthday celebration continued with even more laughter and joy. And as they toasted to Sakura's special day, Kazuha couldn't help but feel grateful for her member's ability to turn even the most embarrassing mishaps into unforgettable memories.

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After the night has settled down and games were played amongst the girls, Yunjin and Kazuha exchanged subtle glances across the room, their hearts fluttering with the anticipation of stealing away for some much-needed alone time.

Yunjin leaned in close to Kazuha, her voice a soft whisper in the midst of the lively conversation. "I think now might be our chance to sneak away," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Kazuha's cheeks flushed with excitement as she caught Yunjin's meaning, her heart racing with anticipation. "I couldn't agree more," she replied with a playful grin, her voice barely above a breath.

Sakura, Chaewon, and Eunchae were engrossed in a game, but Kazuha caught their attention with a coy smile. "Hey, guys," she called out, trying to sound casual but failing miserably, "we kinda left something super important in my room. Mind if we dash off to grab it?"

Sakura raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from the game to Kazuha with a knowing smirk. "Sure thing," she replied, her tone dripping with teasing mischief as if she was about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century.

Chaewon, never one to miss a beat, chimed in, "Yeah, what's the rush? We're about to see who's the true champion here," she said, a competitive glint in her eye as if she was preparing for battle.

Kazuha's grin widened, trying her best to keep her cool under the intense scrutiny of her friends. "Oh, you know, I just remembered I left... um, my lucky socks in my room," she improvised, mentally patting herself on the back for the brilliant cover-up.

Yunjin nodded in agreement, playing her part in the impromptu charade. "Yeah, can't win without them and we all know that Kazuha isn’t the best observer." she added, trying to keep a straight face while internally laughing at the absurdity of their excuse.

Sakura raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Sure, sure," she replied with a wink, exchanging a knowing look with Chaewon and Eunchae.

As Kazuha and Yunjin hurriedly tiptoed down the hallway, attempting to maintain an air of stealth, away from the cameras. Their mission was immediately compromised by their own clumsiness.

Yunjin, in her haste, accidentally bumped into a decorative vase, sending it teetering precariously on the edge of a table. With wide eyes and a frantic gesture, she barely managed to catch it before it crashed to the ground, letting out a nervous laugh.

Kazuha, meanwhile, tried to navigate the maze of furniture like a ninja on a mission, but ended up tripping over a stray rug and stumbling forward with an undignified yelp. "Who put this here?!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she regained her balance.

Their fumbled attempts at stealth only made them giggle even harder, their laughter echoing through the hallway like a pair of mischievous sprites causing chaos in their wake.

Finally reaching Kazuha's room, they collapsed against the door in fits of laughter, their breathless giggles mingling with the sounds of their friends' distant chatter.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Chaewon arched an eyebrow in amusement, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Well, well, well," she drawled, leaning in conspiratorially, "How stupid do they think we are."

Eunchae's gaze followed their retreating figures, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. "I wonder what they're really up to in there," she mused, her tone suggesting she was onto something juicy.

Sakura chuckled softly, but there was a hint of suspicion in her voice. "I'm sure they're just enjoying some alone time," she said, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt.

Chaewon raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Alone time, huh? More like 'hide and seek' time," she quipped, her tone laced with playful skepticism.

Eunchae nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yeah, they're definitely not just taking a nap," she chimed in, her voice filled with knowing amusement.

It became increasingly clear that Kazuha and Yunjin's secret might not be so secret after all.

"It's nice to finally have a moment alone with you," Kazuha confessed, her voice soft and filled with warmth.

Yunjin returned Kazuha's smile, her eyes twinkling with adoration. "I've been looking forward to this all night," she admitted, her voice gentle and full of love.

With a shy yet eager energy, Kazuha reached out, taking Yunjin's hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined effortlessly, as they lingered near the door of the now closed bedroom.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of affection.

With a soft laugh, Yunjin leaned in closer, her breath mingling with Kazuha's. "I missed you," she whispered, her words barely a breath against Kazuha's lips.

"Then come here," Kazuha whispered. She reached out and pulled Yunjin closer, their bodies pressed together in a tender meeting.

As their lips moved together in a sweet and unhurried dance, Yunjin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry. “Kazuha,” she whispered softly between kisses, her voice laced with uncertainty, “Do you think we are being too…obvious?”

Kazuha’s response was a murmured hum of contentment as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in Yunjin’s hair as she pulled her closer. “I don’t really care.” With a low moan of pleasure, her hands wander eagerly over Yunjin’s body.

Yunjin giggled with pleasure, her smile radiating an infectious warmth. "Oh, I like the way you think," she murmured, her voice thick with desire as she leaned forward to meet Kazuha's hungry kiss.

Their lips met in a rush of heat and fire, their bodies molding together as they wrapped their arms around each other, desperate for skin on skin contact.

"I want you so bad," Kazuha whispered against Yunjin's lips, her voice filled with desperate need.

"Then take me," Yunjin breathlessly whispered back, boldness reflected in her eyes.

Kazuha's hand snaked its way up Yunjin's shirt, her fingers caressing soft skin.

The other girl moaned softly, her body responding to Kazuha's touch.

"Oh, Zuha," Yunjin breathed. "That feels so good."

The ballerina smiled, her fingers exploring Yunjin's body, eliciting soft moans and gasps of pleasure.

"I love you, Yunjin," Kazuha murmured, her voice low and seductive. "I want to make you feel good."

"I love you too," Yunjin said, her voice full of passion and desire.

Kazuha's hands reached up and began to pull at the clasps of Yunjin's shirt, exposing more and more of her pale skin.

Yunjin giggled as Kazuha's nimble fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, struggling to undo the fastener.

"It's hard to do when you are so distracting," Kazuha complained.

Yunjin grinned and then leaned in, giving Kazuha a slow, passionate kiss. "Is that better?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper.

Kazuha laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes." She turned her attention back to the task at hand, finally managing to undo the clasp of Yunjin's bra. She pulled the lacy garment away from Yunjin's body, revealing her ample chest.

As Kazuha and Yunjin were lost in their heated moment, a sudden knock on the door jolted them back to reality. They exchanged a glance of surprise, wondering who could be interrupting their precious alone time.

Kazuha hesitated, reluctantly pulling away from Yunjin's curious hands to answer the door. With a deep breath, she opened it to find Chaewon standing there, a slightly harried expression on her face.

"Hey, Kazuha, Yunjin," Chaewon greeted them, her voice tinged with urgency. "Sorry to disturb you, but the managers just called. They need both of you to come out and get your swimsuits on. The hot tub out back is ready for us to use.” She made a vague hand gesture in the direction of the two girls, “So please wrap up whatever it is you are doing here.”

Kazuha's heart sank at the thought of their alone time being cut short, but she quickly put on a smile to mask her disappointment. "Sure, Chaewon, we'll be right out," she replied, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

Yunjin, too, tried to hide her disappointment. "Yeah, we'll be there in a minute," she added, her voice betraying a hint of reluctance from behind the door.

Chaewon nodded in understanding, oblivious to the hidden dynamics at play. "Great, thanks," she said with a relieved smile before turning to leave.

As the door closed behind Chaewon, Kazuha and Yunjin exchanged a look of disappointment, knowing that their precious alone time had been cut short once again.

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luzdaydreamer · 3 months ago

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Event: Mountain Journey

Zayne: Chapter 2, part 1

After switching from plane tickets to train tickets, our departure is delayed by a week. We're forced to cancel our original guesthouse reservation. Following the guesthouse staff's recommendation, we're staying in a small courtyard provided by a local jade craftswoman, an elderly madam. She usually houses apprentices at this abode.

Madam: This courtyard has been empty for a while now. Very few people in Cyan City are interested in learning how to carve jade nowadays. Having you two here will bring some life to this place.

MC: So Cyan City gets its name from its famous jade carvings?

We have been in Cyan City for a few days and chatted with the madam. She has shared many stories related to the city with Zayne and me.

Madam: I recall it being a trend that was popular decades ago. Young people gifted jade carvings to their beloveds.

The idea of visiting Cyan City to give someone you like a gift, an activity we randomly got while on the train a few days ago, appears in my mind.

Zayne: If someone wanted to carve jade now, where could they buy the jade materials?

Just as I'm about to ask, Zayne, who's sitting next to me, poses the question first. Could he be thinking the same thing? I glance at Zayne. Zayne returns my gaze with a gaze that says "Of course." Smiling, the madam points to the river some distance away from us.

Madam: Giving jade to a loved one—it's all about fate. Why don't you two try your luck in that river?

This place the madam suggested is the Jade River. It used to be quite popular in Cyan City. Under the sunlight, the river is as clear as amber. The stones at the bottom are visible. Who knows, there might be jade hidden within these stones.

MC: Zayne, do you think we'll be lucky enough to actually find jade in these waters?

I take off my shoes and wade into the river. As I notice Zayne still on the shore, I playfully splash some water toward him, wetting his ankles.

MC: Hello, young lad. You've come here for jade, have you? I'm the Goddess of Jade, the guardian of this river.

[ G U I D E ]

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risalei-nur · 6 months ago

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The Words - The Tenth Word - Part 6

SIXTH PICTURE: Come now, look! All these imposing trains, planes, machines, warehouses, and exhibitions show that a majestic king exists and governs behind a veil.17 Such a sovereign requires subjects worthy of him- self. But his subjects are gathered in a guesthouse that is filled and emptied daily. Moreover, his subjects now are gathered on a testing ground for maneuvers, a ground that is changed hourly. Again, his subjects stay in an exhibition hall for a few minutes to behold examples of his beneficence, priceless products of his miraculous art. But the exhibition alters each moment. Whatever leaves does not return, and whatever comes is destined to go. All of this proves that there are permanent palaces and lasting abodes, as well as gardens and treasuries full of the pure and exalted originals of the samples, beyond what we see here. This is why we exert ourselves here for their sake. We work here, and he will reward us there with a form and degree of happiness suited to our capacity.

SEVENTH PICTURE: Let’s walk and see what is going on. Everywhere you see cameras taking pictures and scribes recording everything, no matter how insignificant or ordinary. Now look up at the tall mountain; there you see a supreme camera installed, devoted to the service of the king.18 The king must have ordered that all transactions and deeds performed in his kingdom be recorded. One day, he will use these records to call his subjects to account.

Would such a wise and preserving being not record his greatest sub- jects’ deeds—the most significant of the deeds in his kingdom? Would he not call everyone to account in order to reward or punish them? After all, those subjects do things that offend his glory, are contrary to his pride, and are unacceptable to his compassion. They remain unpunished in this world, and so must be called before a Supreme Tribunal (somewhere else).

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alphaeverestbasecamp · 6 months ago

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Planning Your Langtang Valley Trek - 11 Days: Tips and Advice

The Langtang Valley Trek is one of Nepal's most accessible and beautiful trekking routes, offering a blend of stunning natural landscapes, cultural insights, and a sense of adventure. Situated north of Kathmandu, close to the Tibetan border, the Langtang Valley is often described as the "Valley of Glaciers." Here is a comprehensive guide to planning your 11-day trek to ensure a memorable and smooth experience.

Day 1: Arrival in Kathmandu

Preparation:

Flights and Visas: Ensure your flights to Tribhuvan International Airport are booked well in advance. A tourist visa for Nepal can be obtained on arrival or online.

Accommodation: Book a hotel in Kathmandu for your first and last nights. Thamel is a popular area for trekkers, with numerous lodges and guesthouses.

Permits: Obtain your Langtang National Park permit and TIMS (Trekkers’ Information Management System) card from the Nepal Tourism Board office in Kathmandu.

Activities:

Rest and acclimatize after your journey.

Explore Kathmandu’s heritage sites, such as Swayambhunath (Monkey Temple) and Durbar Square.

Day 2: Drive from Kathmandu to Syabrubesi| Duration: 7-8 hours

Route:

Start early to avoid traffic. The drive takes you through scenic landscapes and terraced fields.

Roads can be bumpy and challenging, especially during the monsoon season.

Tips:

Consider hiring a private jeep for comfort, though public buses are a more budget-friendly option.

Pack snacks and water, as stops along the way can be limited in options.

Day 3: Trek from Syabrubesi to Lama Hotel| Duration: 6-7 hours| Elevation: 1,503m to 2,470m

Route:

Begin your trek along the Langtang Khola (river). The trail passes through dense forests of oak, rhododendron, and bamboo.

Keep an eye out for local wildlife, including red pandas and langur monkeys.

Tips:

Start early to avoid the afternoon heat.

Wear sturdy trekking boots and carry trekking poles for stability.

Day 4: Lama Hotel to Langtang Village| Duration: 6-7 hours| Elevation: 2,470m to 3,430m

Route:

Continue along the river through forests and across several suspension bridges.

The trail opens up, revealing breathtaking views of the Langtang Lirung peak (7,227m).

Tips:

Take breaks to acclimatize and enjoy the scenery.

Stay hydrated and watch for signs of altitude sickness.

Day 5: Langtang Village to Kyanjin Gompa| Duration: 4-5 hours| Elevation: 3,430m to 3,870m

Route:

The trail gradually ascends, with spectacular views of snow-capped mountains.

Visit the ancient Kyanjin Gompa monastery and the local cheese factory.

Tips:

Spend the afternoon exploring the village and surrounding areas.

Taste the locally made yak cheese.

Day 6: Acclimatization Day in Kyanjin Gompa

Activities:

Kyanjin Ri Hike: Climb to Kyanjin Ri (4,773m) for panoramic views of the Langtang range.

Tserko Ri: For a more challenging hike, ascend Tserko Ri (5,000m) early in the morning.

Tips:

Take it slow to adjust to the altitude.

Enjoy the local culture and interact with the villagers.

Day 7: Kyanjin Gompa to Lama Hotel| Duration: 6-7 hours

Route:

Retrace your steps back to Lama Hotel.

Descending is generally easier, but be mindful of your knees.

Tips:

Use trekking poles to reduce impact on your joints.

Stay vigilant for wildlife and changing weather conditions.

Day 8: Lama Hotel to Syabrubesi|Duration: 5-6 hours

Route:

Continue descending through the lush forests.

Reflect on your journey and take in the final views of the Langtang Valley.

Tips:

Enjoy a leisurely pace and take plenty of photos.

Celebrate your trek with fellow trekkers upon arrival.

Day 9: Drive from Syabrubesi to Kathmandu| Duration: 7-8 hours

Route:

Return to Kathmandu by jeep or bus.

The journey offers another chance to enjoy Nepal’s diverse landscapes.

Tips:

Prepare for a long, bumpy ride and bring entertainment or a good book.

Arrange your accommodation in Kathmandu in advance.

Day 10: Rest and Explore Kathmandu

Activities:

Sightseeing: Visit Pashupatinath Temple, Boudhanath Stupa, and Patan Durbar Square.

Shopping: Thamel offers a variety of souvenirs, trekking gear, and handicrafts.

Cultural Experience: Enjoy traditional Nepali cuisine and cultural shows.

Tips:

Hire a local guide for a more enriching experience.

Keep your valuables secure and be cautious of crowded areas.

Day 11: Departure

Preparation:

Confirm your flight details and arrange transport to the airport.

Reflect on your trek and plan your next adventure!

Tips:

Ensure all your documents and souvenirs are packed safely.

Leave early for the airport to avoid any last-minute rush.

Additional Tips and Advice for the Langtang Valley Trek

Health and Safety

Vaccinations: Ensure you are up-to-date with necessary vaccinations. Consult with your healthcare provider.

Altitude Sickness: Acclimatize properly, stay hydrated, and know the symptoms of Acute Mountain Sickness (AMS). Consider carrying Diamox as a precaution.

Travel Insurance: Obtain comprehensive travel insurance that covers high-altitude trekking and emergency evacuation.

Packing List

Clothing: Layered clothing, including thermal wear, waterproof jacket, down jacket, trekking pants, gloves, and a warm hat.

Footwear: Sturdy, broken-in trekking boots and multiple pairs of socks.

Gear: Sleeping bag (rated for cold temperatures), trekking poles, a headlamp, and a daypack.

Personal Items: First aid kit, water purification tablets, toiletries, sunscreen, and a hat for sun protection.

Food and Accommodation

Tea Houses: Accommodation along the Langtang Valley Trek is primarily in tea houses, which offer basic lodging and meals.

Meals: Expect a variety of dishes, including dal bhat (rice and lentils), noodles, soups, and momo (dumplings). Carry snacks for energy during trekking.

Water: Always drink purified or boiled water. Carry a reusable water bottle and purification tablets or a filter.

Cultural Etiquette

Respect Local Customs: Dress modestly, ask for permission before taking photos, and respect local traditions.

Language: Learning a few basic Nepali phrases can enhance your interaction with locals.

Environmental Responsibility: Follow the principles of Leave No Trace. Dispose of waste properly and minimize your environmental impact.

Guides and Porters

Hiring a Guide: A local guide can enhance your trekking experience with insights into the region's culture, history, and natural environment. They also ensure your safety and navigation.

Porters: Consider hiring a porter to carry your heavy gear, allowing you to enjoy the trek more comfortably and supporting the local economy.

Final Thoughts

The Langtang Valley Trek is a journey through some of Nepal’s most stunning landscapes, rich in culture and natural beauty. By planning carefully and following these tips, you can ensure a safe, enjoyable, and unforgettable adventure. Embrace the local culture, respect the environment, and take the time to savor every moment of this incredible trekking experience. Happy trekking!

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