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deepperplexity · 5 months ago

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Prompt 1: December Moon [A1]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

A/N: IT'S THE FIRST OF DECEMBER! IT'S RICKMAS TIME!

I hope you're ready for a month of Alan Rickman fics - I certainly am even if most of them have yet to be done 😂 I have, however, managed to write the first draft of a few here in the beginning, and I'm super excited to kick this off in what is now the traditional way - with Colonel Brandon of course! 😍👏

Happy December, Happy First Advent, Happy Sunday AND HAPPY READING!

Tags/TW’s: First Meeting, Love At First Sight, (Light) Mutual Secret Pining, Miscommunication (Body Language), Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 4.1k

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December Moon

There was little to do but wait. Mrs Marble fussed with my dress, Miss Abel forced my hair into an elaborate updo with entwined pearls and loose locks around my neck, and I stood there like a mannequin. Never had I thought December would be ruined for me. But, here we are, and I’m for once not a ball of sunshine close to Christmas.

“There we go, Miss. All settled,” Mrs Marble said with a twinkle in her little eyes surrounded by wrinkles. “You shall be the centre of attention, such a beauty you are, Miss.” My nose wrinkled at her words. In anyone's eyes, that was all there was to me. Beauty. Golden locks, hourglass figure, pale skin dusted with a blush to highlight my cheekbones, and clear blue eyes not unlike the sky during a cloudless summer day. My appearance to any and all was that of a stunning woman in her prime at twenty-one springs of age — soon twenty-two.

“Time to go, Miss.” “Give me a minute alone.” They nodded and departed while I stepped up to the silver-framed wall mirror displaying the entirety of me. Dreary… The only thought echoing in my head was a sad affair to have when looking upon oneself. My eyes were not bright today, my smile not flawless, my shoulders slightly slumped and the weight atop them only grew heavier by the minute.

Outside, the snow fell slowly, just enough to dust the ground in white but no winter wonderland appeared beyond the large windows lining one side of my bedroom. In the middle sat a matching door leading out to the stone balcony, which was privy to a beautiful view of our large gardens with fountains and a large span of open grassland beyond the intricate layout of the land created by a landscape artist.

I stepped out into the cold, my skin instantly pebbling in the light breeze despite my dress covering nearly every sliver of skin from my collarbones and down. The sound of carriages, people chattering, and hooves stomping against gravel travelled through the air and a sensation most dreadful crept through my veins. This Christmas would be unlike any other. No use dawdling any longer…

I sighed, and as I began to turn, a black dot appeared on the horizon where the grassland slope began tilting toward our estate. I watched for a moment as the dot became an outline of a rider in full gallop, and wished — for just a moment — that I could climb my mare and gallop across the grasslands for a while to rid myself of the weight resting on me. No amount of riding will ever be able to take away the demand to marry before the year is out. How cruel a demand… There is none I hold even the smallest amount of affection for, how can father demand such a thing of me?

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The hall gleamed. The polished marble floors, the spotless mirrors and golden candelabras reflected the glow of thousands of candles and the odd lantern here and there. The entire ballroom I entered, at a slow pace so as not to ruffle my perfectly fitted dress too much, was a haven for all things white and gold. The two colours I abhorred, along with pink in every hue. Still, it was a wonder to behold. A fairytale-like sensation lingered in the warm air while jolly, upbeat music filled the whole space where the rich and mighty of society had gathered. None were the wiser, none knew the true reason for my father’s sudden invitation to a “December Ball” — it had little to do with the season, and everything to do with my unwed state.

When Mother passed during the early summer, he became obsessed with marrying me off. Always under the guise of me being protected… Lies. For one, I was in no need of protection, nor were I in need of any rich man to keep my house should anything happen to my father — I was the last and only living relative of our family so all would become mine once he was old and worn out of life. I was perfectly protected in that sense.

“Miss Haymnick,” said a man in his mid-twenties, his brown hair neatly trimmed and his green coat perfectly tailored to his lean body. “Good evening,” I said with a short nod and curtsey. “May I request a dance with the lovely lady?” How bold of you. “No, sir. I am not sure I shall dance this evening,” I said with a soft smile to ease the blow. He merely nodded and stepped away with a slight rush and pinkish ears.

I moved further into the room, watching the well-dressed people filling it. My eyes landed on my father, dressed splendidly as usual and with a glass of brandy in his glove-clad hand. He was a handsome man, my father, but he was handsome in the traditional way — the boring way that seemed to be all the rage with the three young ladies standing a tad too close to him (I was no fool, he was a sought after man, my father, but he would not remarry — my mother had been his all and I was all that was left of her so protecting my future heritage was a priority of his in turn).

My eyes kept skimming the faces and clothes of those all around me. They were mostly known to me, one way or another, but none had ever caught my interest and did not manage to do so now either.

There were such shallow values, such lack of depth in those within the confinements of the ballroom I nearly felt my own soul dim under the weight of finances, politics, and outer beauty not deep enough to allow any true value to shine. Do not judge so harshly. You don’t know every person in this room. My mind whined at me, and I had to yield under its words — yet still, I felt as if I had met every person now present. Of course, my father had only invited the grandest of the grand, the richest of the rich, the most important in society to this celebration — which purpose had not been revealed to those attending. Such fraud…

I turned and Lady Hilliard stepped up with her son in tow. Oh, fantastic. I steeled myself as she beamed at me and forced her son, Mr Timothy Hilliard, to stand a step closer to me than her. “Miss Haymnick, what a marvellous celebration your family has put together, such lovely decorations and such high spirits.” I curtseyed slightly. “Lady Hilliard, Mr Hilliard.” I looked between the two and they both greeted me with a curtsey and a bow. “How fine of you to attend our celebration of December’s arrival,” I said, smiling to the best of my capabilities.

Mr Hilliard’s eyes roamed all over my being, the way he studied my neck had me swallowing a lump. He wasn’t a nice man, or one I found particularly attractive even if he in general was quite the catch in most young women’s eyes. “We are so sorry about Lady Haymnick, Miss Haymnick. My son—” she nudged him forward “—wishes to offer his condol— Oh, my word, is that—” she interrupted herself as the pair’s eyes moved past me and toward the opened double doors of the ballroom.

I slowly turned, as many had begun looking the that direction as well. “Oh, my word, it is!” Lady Hilliard squeaked quietly, a nearly hissed whisper of shock. I could not fathom her reaction to the man, my own being completely different. I had no idea who the tall man with broad shoulders dressed in red, gold, and black was. That did not stop my heart from skipping a beat at his unorthodox beauty, though.

I fully turned without realising, watching the man stride into the room with a regal air about him none I had ever met before could ever match. He was stunning, straight-backed but not high-and-mighty looking. He appeared strong and unfazed yet the way he moved spoke of a soft elegance. What truly made my breath catch in my throat was his eyes, though. They were on the smaller side, but in the golden light they shined while speaking of uncharted depths hidden beneath the slight veil keeping his secrets safe.

As I had watched, stunned, he had moved through the room and were now passing me without so much as a nod to Lady Hilliard who tried fervently to catch the man’s attention. His eyes, though, were fixated on me. My heart thumped harder and harder until he passed me by and turned his head — looking in the direction of my father who now walked toward the man in turn with determined steps I rarely saw him stride forward in.

They shook hands, exchanging pleasantries I could not hear over the murmur and music in the room. “Lady Hilliard,” I said, without looking away from the man’s back. “Who is that?” “Who is— Who is that? My word, you are young, Miss Haymnick. That is Colonel Brandon. A fine gentleman, rich and proper, unreachable yet gentle in his manners. He was sought after in his prime when ladies would line up to attend his balls and gatherings. Well, the few moments he was at home, that is. The man has been all over the world, fought in wars and returned unscathed time and time again. His estate, Delaford, was in disarray upon his overtaking of it but now it is most grand.” She blabbered and rushed the words out in a quiet tone so none other could hear, but I did not miss the longing in her tone.

“Is he wed now, then? Being so sought after?” I never thought you’d be of use, Lady Hilliard, with your gossiping from one end of the country to the other. “Oh, goodness, no, Miss Haymnick. He never married, he never sought a wife after his first love was lost. He is a broken but fine gentleman. My niece would do him good,” she said, the last part slightly under her breath and as I watched her for a moment her eyes seemed calculating. “She is too young for him, but nonetheless, he would be a fine catch,” she continued just as quietly, and the hunger in her features made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. She was a prime example of all things wrong with all in the ballroom. It was only thanks to my mother I had turned out differently, if that is such a grand thing given my circumstances, I don’t quite know…

“He’s such a catch,” she continued and my eyes hardened. “Rich, fancy, away most of the time and— Oh, he’s looking this way!”

I turned my head, unable to untangle my features from the disgust and annoyance before meeting the man’s eyes. His eyebrows drew together, his head gave a slight tilt as I managed to school my face into indifference — removing the ugly emotions and hiding the absolute flutter of emotions he stirred in me. His eyes hardened, though, and his thin lips turned into an even thinner line a second before I averted my gaze as his handsome features turned too harsh for my heart’s liking.

“Excuse me, Lady Hilliard.” She gave me a nod at my words but her eyes were hooked on the handsome man who now had looked at me differently. Perhaps my father had said something not to his liking about me?

I had no idea, but for whatever reason, his eyes had turned sad when he viewed me and the veil I had noticed before had solidified in a sorrowful manner. I might have been mistaken, perhaps he’s just like all the other frauds here… Calloused, cold, money-hungry and politically attached. My shoulders slumped.

I grabbed the many layers of fabric to lift my dress, making my escape from the ballroom easier as I rushed my steps to get away from the room giving me a sinking feeling of despair. One of the men in there would have to become my husband, and the suddenly appearing ray of hope when Colonel Brandon entered with his beautiful eyes, soft yet strong elegance, and stunning features, vanished as swiftly as it had appeared.

There was no more to it, I would be wed to someone I had no interest in — someone who would never understand me, would never discuss the depths of poetry an entire afternoon or share my love of fictional stories all through the night, nor would I be able to discuss the intricate turmoil within an artist viewed only through the harsh brush strokes across a canvas painted many years ago.

I did not wish for a husband to keep me on his arm for display. I wanted no husband whose conversation was limited to finances and politics. No husband would ever suit me if he did not have a depth to his soul, a passion beyond money, or even a love of something that existed to please the heart and not the bank — something that garnered emotions without any further value.

I had walked myself right through the grand hall, out the doors, and along the gravel path around the house in my deep thoughts. I shivered in the cold evening air as the wind tugged on my hair and pulled at my dress.

The sinking feeling in my gut only ever grew with each passing thought, each hope of my heart being lost. I stopped at the frozen fountain, the ice glistened in the moonlight every moment the clouds parted above. My foggy breath seemed to shake out of me as his eyes haunted me — the way they changed without me having any knowledge of why. They had been so beautiful, so deep, so captivating when he passed me. Yet, when he looked upon me again, and our eyes had locked, his features had changed so swiftly.

“There is no hope…” I whispered while looking out over the gardens with a most forlorn sensation within my chest. “You will catch a cold.” I spun around, startled by the perfect voice taking me by surprise with my mind occupied of self-pity. “Who’s there?” I asked, looking toward the corner of the house where the silhouette of a man stood.

The silhouette moved closer, each step allowing me to see more clearly as the lantern light behind dimmed in intensity and the light of the pale moon turned brighter. Colonel?

My breath stuttered out of me, the wind tugged at the ends of his long coat as he walked toward me in a harsh stride. “You will catch a cold, Miss Haymnick,” he said anew, and I could have sworn my heart did a somersault at the delectable rumble unlike any other I had ever heard. “A lady such as yourself should not be wandering the grounds unaccompanied and under-dressed so late at night,” he continued and stopped just two steps away from me.

The clouds parted as I turned fully toward him. His harsh features were cold to view when his eyes seemed so closed off and empty. “Colonel Brandon,” I said and curtseyed. “Miss Haymnick.” He nodded his head deeply, his voice slightly harsh yet wonderful. “Have I offended the lady?” I blinked. “Excuse me?” He straightened. “I may be no beauty to look upon, but even that has yet to warrant such a display of disgust upon a woman’s face before introductions have even been made. Therefore, I ask, have I offended the lady in some manner?” he asked while holding my gaze captive.

I blinked a few more times, seeing the gorgeous man up close again — this time in pale moonlight — had my mind out of sorts and my heart in an uproar. He was striking, stunning, powerfully elegant. “No, you have not, Colonel,” I said, my eyebrows drawing together while his features softened a smidge. “Nor have I looked upon a handsome man as yourself in such a manner, sir.” He arched his eyebrow and a flutter broke out in my stomach. “I may be up in years, but I am not blind, Miss Haymnick.” “I’m sorry?” “You viewed me with the most abhorrent of looks, disgust smeared over your beautiful features. I shall not pretend I have not received harsh welcomes before, but paired with the lie you but a moment ago told regarding my looks I cannot—” “Lie? I have not lied, nor have I viewed you with disgust, sir,” I said, my hands balling to fists at my sides.

He reached up and unclasped his cloak at the neck. “You said I am a handsome man,” he said as he stepped forth, his voice slightly lower — softer. “After having viewed me with disgust, I find that to be a lie, miss.” He draped the warm cloak over my shoulders as I leaned back, taking half a step away from him before he had time to tie the string around my neck.

I glanced down, the fabric was lush and warm while thick and heavy at the same time. It smelled like heaven — of hay, horse, musk and wind. How something could smell of wind I could not fathom but as I drew a deeper breath to calm my raging heart at his sudden proximity it hit me with full force.

“There,” he said, taking a step back. “You ought to dress for the weather, miss.” I looked up at him, stunned at his sudden kindness amid the accusations of lies. “Thank you… But, wait, I have done none of the things you accuse me of, sir.” He arched his brow again. “A good person, as I have heard rumours of you being, ought to strive for honesty. No?” “I am honest!” I shouted and stomped my foot in frustration — Mrs Marble would have a fit if she saw my manners. “You saw me,” I continued loudly, “before I had time to—” no! He cannot know of anything, a man like him would laugh at the pitiful feelings my soul harbours. How could a colonel ever understand such things…

His eyes had widened, the shock of my outburst apparently enough to spook him out of the withdrawn, colder state he’d been in ever since our eyes had locked for a second time in the ballroom. “I am not lying, my good sir,” I said quietly. “A man such as you, so perfectly attuned to the world we live in, would simply not understand, as I cannot understand the likes of men such as you.” “Men such as me?” “Yes. Men such as you, colonel.” “And you have met many men the likes of me?” I merely sighed at his calm words, nodding toward the estate housing a party filled with men such as him.

He chuckled and shook his head slightly. My heart stopped beating for a second. “So that is how you view me, after a handful of seconds. Then I shall bother you no more, miss. Excuse me,” he said and clicked his heels before turning to leave. “Sir!” I called, not truly knowing why but my heart roared at him leaving. Something about him was so different to any other I had ever met despite the words I had just spewed in my dismay.

He stopped, only half turning so I could view his profile before he turned his head fully. I took a step closer, curious and something else moved around within that curiosity, too. “Yes?” His voice, so dark and deep, made a shiver slip down my spine. “Are you not?” I asked. “Am I not, what, miss?” “Like them.” “Life would have been easier had I been, but I’m afraid I must disappoint you.” “That does not disappoint me, colonel.”

His eyes widened as I took another involuntary step, something about him pulled me in and the more time passed the softer his expression turned and the brighter his eyes appeared. There were layers there, depth and that warmth I had always searched for in the eyes of others. So I stopped two steps away, spellbound by the beauty he was — even if that was shallow of me.

“Is it true? That you think me a liar for calling you a handsome man?” I asked quietly. “I am not a handsome man, make with that what you see fit.” “But, you are—” his eyes widened “—and I do not know what to make of the way you changed when you viewed me for a second time.” “You viewed me with disgust—” “I was disgusted by Lady Hilliard, for how she spoke of you.” “And, how did she speak of me?” he asked, his voice turning even softer yet it kept the depth that rumbled through me like gentle thunder in the distance. “I’d rather not say such things, but she wishes for you to marry her niece.” “Many wish to see their nieces and nephews wed—” “No, not like that, sir. She spoke about your-, your wealth and how you are never home.” “I am not home, for there is no reason to be. I have wealth for I have none to spend it on beyond the orphanage and my estate.”

I blinked at him, feeling lost for a moment. “If I had a wife, I would be here more. If I had a home, and not a mere estate, I would venture out into the world less. As it stands, none have caught my attention. That is, until tonight.” Why my heart faltered and saddened by his words I could not say. The man was far beyond me in years, he was a sophisticated and aged gentleman with beauty I could barely comprehend — every second I looked upon him he simply turned more handsome, inside and out. The way he spoke of a wife, of a family being what makes a home, it was beautiful and poetic.

“Then why are you standing here, sir?” I dared ask while I gripped the edges of the cloak he’d hung around my shoulders. “Because you are standing here, miss.” “I— I don’t understand, should you not pursue her before the evening ends?” “I am, by asking if I had offended her, given her change in view from the most beautifully wondrous look rivalling that of clear summer skies, to one as harsh and cold as disgust distorting her stunning features unlike any I have ever witnessed before.”

My breath snagged in my throat in the blink of an eye. My shoulders stiffened and as he held my gaze unyieldingly I turned warm on the inside. Those eyes had seen horrors and beauty all around the world, yet now they appeared solely focused on me with a warmth within them rivalling the sun.

“You find me beautiful?” I asked, my voice a mere whisper. “Most beautiful.” I sighed and averted my gaze. “As they all do.”

His cold finger came up under my chin and I jolted back. It was not proper for him to touch me, for us to stand so close with no chaperon near. “I apologise,” he said. “Have my liking of your appearance offended you?” I shook my head. “No, sir.” “Then why..?” “I am beautiful, sir. I am aware,” I said with a soft smile while drowning in his eyes that had gone most soft and deep. “It is not always something…” my voice trailed off, for how could I explain that my beauty was a curse in the disguise of a blessing?

“It does not matter, miss. I am no match for you, either way. I shall take my leave so another, more suitable match can sweep you off your feet as you deserve.” What a romantic thing to say… “I wish you the happily ever after you deserve,” he said a breath later and clicked his heels together with sorrow in his eyes that tugged at my heartstrings. I had no time to make my brain understand he was leaving until he was out of view.

I jolted. I finally connect with someone and I, what, shoo him away? Oh, no… I drew an unsteady breath, feeling that warming scent of him waft up my nose. I ran after him, my feet thudding against the ground. “Colonel!” I called as I rounded the corner, just as he galloped out of the gates too far away for him to be able to hear me over the snorts of the horse and spraying of icy snow around its massive hooves.

To Be Continued...

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seraphinalovesme · 8 months ago

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꩜.ᐟ OUCH ✧₊⁺

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, and I don't know how to write fighting scene too so BITE ME!! lol

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The winter wind howled, a chilling symphony against the otherwise silent landscape. Only the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of shoes on the frozen ground broke the stillness. A robotic figure, sporting a cute hat, walked towards a pod, her friend by her side. You knew you shouldn't be out here, especially with her "project." But a nagging feeling had compelled you to follow, and now, regret gnawed at you. You clutched her shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Uzi, we shouldn't be here! It's dangerous! We need to get back behind the doors! Who knows what those murderous drones wi-”

Your words died in your throat as you saw the pile of dead robot corpses. The sight sent a shiver of fear down your spine, making your lips tremble. Uzi rolled her eyes and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“C'mon, (Name), don't be a fraidy cat! Besides, we're doing something awesome! C'mon, help me find it. The sooner we get it, the sooner we get out of here!”

Uzi grinned, already running towards the spaceship, her eyes scanning the area. You, however, were frozen in place, fear gripping your heart. But Uzi was right; the faster they found it, the faster they could escape.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot was a constant, almost deafening roar as you helped Uzi search for the final piece of her weapon. You scanned the area, your optics sweeping across the desolate landscape, a relentless pursuit for the missing component. The wind whipped around you, biting at your exposed circuits, but you pressed on, driven by a mixture of concern and a desperate need to escape this dangerous place. Finally, Uzi’s voice, laced with a mix of excitement and relief, pierced through the blizzard’s fury.

“Is that it? If so, let's get out of here! Uzi, this place is a death trap! We need to go!”

You grabbed her hand, your metallic fingers tightening around hers, and started to run. But a sudden flurry of wings, a sound that sent shivers down your circuits, made you freeze in your tracks. Instinct took over, and your optics flickered, scanning the area with renewed urgency. You gripped Uzi’s hand even tighter, your survival instincts kicking in, your visor switching to survival mode, its red glow reflecting the danger that lurked in the shadows. The snowstorm raged around you, but it was the unseen threat, the unknown predator, that sent a wave of fear through your systems.

"THERE!" Uzi's voice, sharp with urgency, cut through the howling wind. She pointed a trembling finger, and your fear, a cold, metallic dread, surged through your circuits. You turned, your processors screaming, and began to run.

"UZI, RUN!" Your own voice echoed in the blizzard, a desperate plea against the relentless storm. You both sprinted, but the winged monstrosity was faster, its shadow looming over you like a predator. You pushed Uzi to the left, a desperate attempt to avoid its strike, but you weren't fast enough. A searing pain lanced through your shoulder, a sharp, metallic sting that sent a jolt of agony through your systems. But your reflexes, honed by countless simulations, kicked in. You punched the drone in the face, a desperate blow that forced it to release its grip. You crashed to the ground, your circuits screaming in protest, clutching at the wound. Your visor, a crimson beacon of alarm, flickered to survival mode, scanning the area for threats. You grabbed the nearest piece of scrap metal, a jagged shard of twisted steel, and used it as a makeshift weapon. But then, Uzi's voice, filled with a raw, primal urgency, cut through the blizzard's roar.

"(NAME)! DUCK!"

You obeyed instinctively, diving to the ground just as a blinding laser beam tore through the air, striking the robot squarely in the head. You watched, stunned, as the drone crumpled, its circuits smoking. "Holy scrap," you thought, "that gun Uzi built... it's dangerous." You were both alive, for now, but the fight was far from over.

"Uzi!" you shouted, your voice a strained rasp. Pushing through the searing pain in your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. Your visor, a calming blue once more, indicated that survival mode had deactivated. You held her tightly, trying to find solace in her presence, trying to calm your racing circuits.

"I told you this was a bad idea..." you mumbled, your voice a low groan.

But before you could finish the thought, a chilling sound broke the silence. The headless robot, its metallic frame shuddering, began to rise. You watched in astonishment as its severed head, a grotesque mockery of life, reattached itself to the body, its systems whirring back to life. You had never witnessed such a thing. In all your years, you had never seen a robot regenerate.

"What... is this thing?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mixture of fear and fascination.

Uzi, her eyes burning with a strange, fierce light, grabbed your severed arm, the one you'd used to punch the drone, and charged at the reanimated robot. You tried to grab her, to pull her back, but it was too late.

"WA- WAIT UZI!" you yelled, but your warning fell on deaf ears. Uzi slammed the robotic arm into the creature's head, a brutal blow that knocked it offline.

"Woah! Did you just hit me with an arm?" the robot groaned, its voice a distorted echo.

"Oh my darling stars, it talks," you muttered, your circuits buzzing with a mixture of shock and disbelief. The encounter had taken a turn you hadn't anticipated, a turn that left you reeling in a dizzying cocktail of emotions. This was a new kind of danger, a threat unlike anything you had ever encountered.

You pulled Uzi behind you, shielding her with your body, and glared at the murderous drone. Your visor, though no longer in survival mode, still flickered with a warning red, reflecting the unease that gnawed at your circuits.

"What are you...?” you mumbled, your voice low and dangerous. You gritted your teeth, holding Uzi close, her small frame trembling against your metallic chest.

The robot chuckled, a hollow, metallic sound that sent shivers down your circuits. It raised its hand, a gesture of surrender. The silence that followed was thick with tension, a heavy weight that pressed down on you. You let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly, and reluctantly lowered your guard. Your optics scanned the area, searching for any sign of danger. For now, it seemed safe.

"Hiss..." a soft sound hissed behind you. You turned your head and saw Uzi's hand, the one she had used to strike the robot, melting. The metal was turning into a viscous, bubbling liquid, a horrifying sight that sent a jolt of fear through your system.

"Oh, you got hit with some of your venom! You should stick it inside your mouth. It'll heal! Haha," the robot chuckled, lowering its hand. Its tone was light, almost playful, but the sight of Uzi's melting hand made your circuits scream.

You looked back at the murderous drone, your brow furrowed in confusion. Its actions, its words, its strange, almost friendly demeanor, were all so confusing. You had never encountered a robot like this before, a robot that seemed to be both friendly and... strangely playful. What Is This Thing Planning? What was this thing, and what was its purpose? You had so many questions, but for now, you focused on the immediate threat: Uzi's melting hand. You needed to stop it, and you needed to figure out what this robot was all about.

The thing, the murderous drone, stared at you, its optics boring into you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable. It held your gaze for a moment, a moment that stretched into an eternity, and then, as if realizing its lapse in etiquette, quickly looked away, chuckling nervously.

"Hahah, I'm sorry!" it said, its voice a strange mix of metallic and human.

"Oh! You must be a new squad mate! And your name is…?" it asked, its tone now friendly, almost eager. It smiled, a strange, lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach its eyes, and held out its hand.

"That doesn't matter," you replied, your voice curt, your gaze unwavering. You had no intention of revealing your name to this unpredictable creature.

But Uzi, ever curious, had a question of her own.

“Sayyy, you said you said you're on a squad, right? So like, is the other coming back?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

You looked at her, your optics flickering with concern. Uzi’s question was a valid one. The robot had mentioned a squad, implying that he wasn't alone. But with the way things were going, with the unpredictable nature of this creature, it was impossible to know what to expect. You couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of his squad was as… strange, as predictable, as this one.

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The Serpent's Paramour CH 6 - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: Sebastian brings you to France to collect the dragon heartstrings he needs from a Merlin be damned Poacher camp. You still don't know what he needs such a thing for, but having agreed to help him, you decide to grin and bear the situation while silently formulating a plan of your own. After all, you really do hate Poachers.

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit language, mythical animal abuse, graphic depictions of violence

Chapter 6 is now (finally) up here on Ao3

Looking like a rabbit decked out in your fur dress coat had paid off in the end, because it was fucking freezing.

You had been visibly shivering for the last hour alongside Sebastian and Devlin, the three of you forced to trek your way up a rocky mountain path through blistering cold winds and flurries of snow that swept down the slanted landscape. When you had thought about coming to France, the last thing you had expected was for it to be so cold. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had half expected it to be warm, sunny, and beautiful– a description that better matched what you’d read about the foreign country.

Apparently though, the region that your motley trio had apparated to was notorious for its brutal winters, and seeing as it was the middle of December, your expectations had been bitterly squashed by reality.

The boots that Nora had left you with were less than ideal for hiking. Your feet were positively numb and prickling with pain as you dug your toe into the jagged path, trying your best to avoid slipping on ice so you wouldn’t tumble back down the mountain and end up bloody and bruised in the process. You desperately wanted to take a break to let your feet rest, but you knew it would only be counterproductive. If you stopped, you would freeze and no doubt end up more miserable than you already were.

Or dead.

It wasn’t like you could voice your complaints either, because not much had been said since apparating to the mountain side on account of your current use of the silent treatment. After being told what the three of you were coming to France for, you had unleashed a verbal smackdown on Sebastian that even Devlin knew better than to get in the middle of. To say you were angry was just scratching the surface of what you felt– you were devastated.

Dragon heartstrings? How many of those complex, stunning creatures had died in pursuit of such a thing? Obviously there was no way to obtain one– let alone ‘a lot’ of them– without the death of the dragon it belonged to. It made you sick to think that Poachers had gone unchecked long enough to actually accumulate enough… parts, to be of use to Sebastian.

The thought of willingly setting foot in a Poacher camp made you queasy, and you briefly wondered how pissed Sebastian would be if you slipped away to free any trapped dragons like you had with Poppy all those years ago.

Lost in thought, you overlooked a large rock jutting out of the ground and jammed the toe of your boot into it, causing you to yelp as you careened forward towards the icy path. Your arms pinwheeled at your sides as you scrambled for balance, but an abrupt tug against the back of your coat stopped you in your tracks with your face mere inches from the ground. Tentatively placing your hands beneath you, you pushed yourself up while the hand holding onto the scruff of your clothes pulled at the same time, and once you were vertical again, you turned in time to see Sebastian letting go of you.

“Watch your step,” he said gruffly. “You’re not exactly wearing the best footwear for a hike.”

“It’s not like I had much to choose from,” you bit back through your chattering teeth. His only response to that was a grunt, and your eyes made a full trip around their sockets as you realized the three of you would likely be trekking up the mountain in more tense silence.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d gone through something like this with Sebastian.

After another fifteen minutes of silent walking, yet another stray boulder snagged at the heel of your shoe and caused you to stumble softly, but you thankfully didn’t fall this time. That didn’t stop Sebastian from taking your hand in his, though, and your head whipped down to watch as his fingers threaded through yours before tightening his hold on you. Despite the overwhelming urge to yank the appendage free from his, you didn’t.

His skin was impossibly warm despite the frigid temperatures. That was the excuse you told yourself– that his body heat was the reason you weren’t prying your hand away from his to manage the climb on your own. The fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach said otherwise, however.

The rest of the journey was noticeably easier from that point on, and eventually you, Devlin, and Sebastian came to a grinding halt near the top of the mountain when you reached a flat path leading to what looked to be a tent. Your survival instincts screamed at you to turn back, a dreary sort of aura emanating from the unremarkable wax canvas. The flimsy material billowed violently thanks to the strong gusts of wind that assaulted the landscape, the front flaps of the structure smacking against the wooden posts that held it upright. It was surprisingly loud, but not loud enough to drown out the rancorous cheering that filtered through the opening.

There were people– Poachers– inside.

Devlin seemed to steel his nerves before starting forward, but before you could move to follow him, Sebastian’s hand tightened around yours and tugged you closer to him. You stopped yourself before you could bump into his chest, craning your neck back to look up at him questioningly. “Do you remember what I told you?” he asked.

Your lips pursed at the reminder, and you nodded. “Let you do the talking. I know, you can relax.”

Sebastian considered your words with a small grimace, then shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

With his free hand, he reached into the inner pocket of his woolen coat and withdrew your wand, eyeing you expectantly when your breath caught in your throat at the sight of it. Purposefully, he turned your hand over before letting go of it completely to gingerly place the thin bit of wood in your upturned palm. Then with more care than was necessary, he curled your fingers forward so they were wrapped over the handle, and the sudden thrum of magic that resonated through you warmed you to your core and brought a small smile to your face.

When you looked back at Sebastian through your snow covered lashes, you were shocked to find him grinning down at you in earnest. “Now I can relax.”

You knew he had agreed to give you your wand back, but some part of you had still doubted his promise. To give you your one means of escape implied one truth very heavily; he trusted you to stay and help him, and that thought alone felt like a weight settling on your shoulders. Were you honestly prepared to go through with this? To consort with Poachers and unlock dark relics for him, all for the sake of his cursed sister?

It was a somber line of thinking, and you dutifully opted not to dwell on it.

For him to indirectly admit that he felt more relaxed knowing that you had something to defend yourself with affected you greatly, and the words to thank him were dancing on the tip of your tongue– a hair’s width away from being spoken. They didn’t come, though. You were too caught up in staring into his bottomless eyes, taking in the genuine care you saw reflected there while your chest steadily grew tighter.

Sebastian stared at you a moment longer, seemingly waiting for you to say something since you continued to gape up at him like a fish, but the sound of Devlin clearing his throat pulled the two of you from your not-so-private moment.

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the tent, “Can we get inside before my balls freeze off? Or were the two of you planning on fucking in the snow?”

Much to your chagrin, Sebastian laughed at the joke while you were left stammering in place, and the brunet finally stepped away from you to head towards his associate. “Eloquent as always, Dev.”

“Just calling it like I see it. Subtlety doesn’t seem to exist with you two,” he murmured, and you scoffed before begrudgingly trudging up behind the duo.

Mercifully, the jesting ended there. Sebastian held up one of the twin flaps of the tent so Devlin could slip inside, and as you moved to follow him, you were stopped once again by Sebastian’s hand. He held up the limb to halt you in your tracks, fixing you with a serious look that left little room for argument. “Whatever happens– whatever you might see in there– don’t wander off. Stay close to us and for the love of all that’s sacred, don’t use your magic. That’ll draw the kind of attention we really aren’t looking for right now.”

As much as you wanted to sass him for being so demanding, you knew it wasn’t the time nor the place. Moreover, he had a point; an unfamiliar witch casting magic that was ancient or otherwise normal wouldn’t help further the plan along. You managed to bite your tongue and nod, and even though Sebastian didn’t look fully convinced that you would actually listen to him, his shoulders loosened a fraction and he dropped his hand.

He let you enter the tent first, and you were immediately enveloped by warmth and deafened by boisterous yelling. Cruel jeers echoed down the enchanted hallway, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of inhuman roars and rattling chains.

Something was very unhappy about being restrained. Your heart sank at the realization.

Before you had time to dwell on it or ask Sebastian and Devlin if there was a fight going on, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor. A dark haired man sporting a neatly trimmed beard approached with his hands clasped behind his back, his gait slow and betraying his older age as he shuffled towards you. Your spine stiffened instantly when you caught sight of the stranger’s clothing; his dark, almost iridescent coat seemed to change colors as he passed each of the lamps that lined the hallway, and you recognized the scaled pattern in a heartbeat.

Dragon skin.

Narrowing your eyes warily, you watched as the Poacher hobbled towards your motley trio still standing in the tent’s entryway, then nodded at Sebastian and Devlin in acknowledgment.

“Henri,” Sebastian said smoothly, dipping his head in greeting. “Good to see you’re still alive and well.”

“My mother used to tell me that lying gives you wrinkles. Don’t go soiling that pretty face of yours,” Henri muttered, his voice thickly accented and his tone dismissive and laced with obvious annoyance.

“I would never lie to you, my friend,” Sebastian cocked his head to the side, sounding as sarcastic as ever. “My pretty face will prosper to see another day.”

The Frenchman sneered, the look amplified tenfold by all of the weathered lines on his own face. The irony of that fact didn’t escape you. What exactly was their history? You couldn’t tell if the familiarity between them was rooted in anything positive or negative. Before you could think about it for long, Henri’s wickedly sharp gaze fell on you, and his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of you. “Who is this?”

Devlin chimed in this time, his no nonsense mask slipping effortlessly into place as he stepped forward. “She’s a new initiate. I’m training her to fill in for me as Sebastian’s bodyguard.”

“Going somewhere, are you Devlin?” Henri asked suspiciously, his gaze hardening impossibly further.

“Not at all, sir. I’m just ensuring that the boss has protection at all times.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

Devlin blinked, “I’m sorry?”

One of Henri’s chubby fingers came to point at Sebastian as he enunciated every syllable of his next sentence. “Not only does your demon of a boss not need protecting, but she,” he turned his finger towards you, “doesn’t look like she could protect herself from a Mooncalf.”

In your peripheral vision, you saw Sebastian step forward so he was closer to both you and Henri, and a chill ran down your spine when you caught sight of the glower he shot down at the Poacher. “Looks can be deceiving,” he murmured darkly, likely referring to your innate abilities that he had specifically told you not to showcase while here.

Had he lost his mind? What the hell was going on?

Henri looked entirely unamused, his tawny eyes falling back on you as he shook his head minutely, and all the while you said nothing. Sebastian’s warning from earlier rang loud and clear in your mind, and despite your overwhelming desire to defend your honor from the deplorable man before you, you held your tongue and met his unwavering gaze. He seemed to straighten up in response to your boldness before clicking his tongue and speaking. “Désolé, mademoiselle, but you’ll need to remain in the arena while we attend to business.”

“Sending a lady into the arena is shameful,” Sebastian interjected immediately, his voice ripe with contempt. “I thought you were more gentlemanly than to force a woman to watch your barbaric fights.”

“You thought wrong, then.” Henri waved away Sebastian’s ire with little more than a flick of his wrist, and the brunet stiffened in response. “I regret to inform you that I don’t make a habit of bringing unknown people into my more personal dealings, and I certainly don’t intend to start now. Rest assured that your underling will be safe in the arena while we wrap up business. Will that be a problem?”

The look on Sebastian’s face told you– and likely everyone– that yes, in fact, it would be a problem. He clearly wasn’t fond of the idea of you going off on your own, especially after he had specifically instructed you to stay close to him. But if he continued to push back against Henri’s demands, it would raise a plethora of questions that your trio simply couldn’t afford at present. You wouldn’t particularly enjoy being surrounded by throes of drunk, rowdy Poachers cheering violently for the demise of a dragon, but there was no other option.

Besides, if an opportunity arose to thwart yet another dragon fighting ring, you didn’t doubt that the chance would only come about if you were alone.

“No problem at all,” you helpfully chimed up from beside Sebastian. His gaze fixed itself on you in a heartbeat, the intensity of his stare burning holes into the side of your head that you dutifully ignored. A pleasant smile graced your features as you blinked slowly at Henri, doing your best to come across as meek and non-threatening to better your chances of being let loose into the arena. “I understand your reservations completely. Is there somewhere in particular you’d like for me to wait?”

A crass, unnerving bark of laughter slipped from Henri’s thin lips, drawing both Sebastian’s and Devlin’s attention back to the man. “Quite the subordinate you are, chérie. One would think a ‘bodyguard’ in training would want to stick close to the subject of their protection.” He cocked his head to the side to take in your unassuming stance with blatant curiosity, but he otherwise didn’t seem to read too much into your willingness to depart from the group. “But I digress… thank you for your swift understanding. Down the corridor is the entrance to the arena. You may sit there so your boss might find you quicker once we finish our dealings.”

“Thank you,” you forced the nicety from your throat, every syllable burning your vocal chords. It physically pained you to bend to the demands of a Poacher– much less to voluntarily agree to set foot in a dragon fighting ring– but your wants and needs were smothered beneath what was necessary. If leaving was the only thing that would allow Sebastian’s plans to progress, then so be it.

And if separating from him and Devlin would allow you to throw a wrench in Henri’s deplorable schemes uninterrupted, all the better.

Sebastian looked like he wanted to say something– to fight Henri further and stop you from leaving his side– but you turned on your heel quickly and obediently strode down the hallway towards the fighting ring, not once looking over your shoulder to gauge his reaction. You were certain you’d get an earful from him later, but there was little he could do about it now. If he wanted his dragon heartstrings from his partner in crime, then he was going to have to play along nicely.

The second you crossed the threshold of the hallway into the ring, you were met with a thunderous round of applause that startled you more than you were willing to admit. Throngs of Poachers stood from their seats in the stands, hollering and stomping their feet as they directed their cheers into the pit below, and you followed their gaze down to find the source of their apparent joy.

It was a dragon– a dead one– though what kind it was, you didn’t know. It lay in an unmoving heap atop the sand bed within the ring, its eyes long since closed at the hands of the other dragon thrashing and pulling at its chains on the opposite side of the pit. The victor was stunning in color; brilliant green scales, vibrant orange eyes, and a full set of long, yellowed teeth that were on full display as it roared at the handlers that approached it. You watched on in horror as tiny sparks flew from the wands of the Poachers that worked to corral the beast, zapping it over and over again in their attempts to back the creature into the massive cage behind it. The dragon fought back as much as it was able, slashing its claws in a wide arc to pointlessly try dispelling the shocks that assaulted its body, but it still inched its way back into the confines of the gargantuan crate.

You pursed your lips in blatant distaste, averting your eyes from the horrific scene before you as you scanned the full expanse of the chamber. There had to be hundreds of people here– every one of them as wicked as the next– and you knew that no matter what you decided to do, you had to be careful. Decked out in Nora’s loaned clothing, you stuck out like a sore thumb. Nothing about you looked like a Poacher, and if you did anything to bring attention to yourself, there was a good chance that you wouldn’t make it back to Sebastian’s side later on.

As calmly as you could manage, you lowered yourself onto the bench beside you. Your fingers dug into the wood of the seat while you glanced around, taking note of every exit and all of the supposed ‘security’ personnel lingering about. The ones wearing all black and planted far from the gruesome scene were the ones you deemed most prudent to keep an eye on, seeing as they were likely standing around waiting for trouble.

You had no clue what you even planned to do, though. Yes, you wanted to put a stop to the fights. Yes, you wanted to burn the entire tent to the ground– even with Sebastian and Devlin still milling about inside. But you were just one woman. How could you go through with anything without getting caught?

As the dragon in the ring finally hit the back of its cage with an angry roar, the handlers casting at it worked together to drag the sliding gate shut with their wands. The way it boomed when it clicked shut shook the foundation of the tent violently, and your grip on the bench tightened a fraction as the jeers within the ring began to settle.

“Who were you betting on?” came a voice to your right.

Unlikely as it may seem, the last thing you had expected was for anyone to talk to you. Turning towards the voice brought you face to face with a younger Poacher, his shaggy blond hair tucked under a wide brimmed hat that cast a daunting shadow over his dark eyes. He wore the same uniform that Poachers in the past had donned when trying to kill you in the Highlands, but aside from that, the kid seemed harmless. He couldn’t be any older than twenty, and you wondered briefly what had brought someone as young as him into the poaching scene.

You shifted in your seat nervously before remembering that you were meant to be Sebastian’s bodyguard. Then, you leaned forward eagerly, doing your best to seem enthralled by the abhorrent display before you. The handlers down below were working together to levitate the deceased dragon’s corpse out of the pit, a trail of blood dripping into the sand behind the body. Suppressing the shudder that rolled over you, you lightly chirped, “I’m actually not familiar with the two in the ring. This is my first time attending a fight out here.”

The young Poacher hummed in understanding, taking it upon himself to point into the ring at the cage that had long since closed. “The winner of the last fight is Chua. He’s been the Blackhawke’s crowned champion for months now. I heard they raised him as a hatchling to fight, which is part of the reason he remains undefeated.”

You had no clue who the ‘Blackhawke’s’ were, but you refrained from asking any unnecessary questions. The less confused you seemed to be, the better. “And the dead one?”

“Kere,” the Poacher answered simply. “He was a recent catch. As far as I’m aware, the handlers didn’t have much hope for him. Still made for good entertainment, though.”

You begged to differ. The fact that Poachers would willingly offer up an untrained dragon in the ring purely to satiate the desires of their kin made you sick to your stomach. It pained you to do so, but you forced a laugh from your lips. “Chua must be quite the prize then. It’s a shame I missed the bulk of the fight.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” the Poacher said, casting a suggestive look your way. “My name’s Kieran. I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to the group?”

“Not exactly,” came your vague reply, accompanied by a flirtatious look that had done you wonders in the past. The more you could distract this man, the better. “I’m Sebastian Sallow’s new bodyguard. Henri seems to be a little skittish around unfamiliar faces, so I’m waiting out here while they finish up their meeting.”

At the mention of Sebastian, Kieran visibly blanched, his lips pursing into a straight line. “Sallow, eh? I’ve never met the guy, but I’ve heard stories… is it true he killed Henri’s informant for asking him about Azkaban?”

Sweet Merlin… that was news to you. It sounded far fetched and unlikely when you thought about the version of Sebastian you had interacted with over the last week. But taking into account the two years you hadn’t been around him… it was hard to say whether or not the story was factual or not.

Having hesitated for long enough, you shrugged nonchalantly and looked back to the ring, hoping against all odds that you looked more unbothered than you were. “I can’t say. I’ve only been working for him for a short while. Devlin’s only told me good things, though.”

The blond beside you belted out a loud laugh that drew the attention of a few people in the stands near you. Extra eyes on you only meant that your skin crawled more than was healthy, but you did your best to seem unbothered by the sudden action. “Good things?” Kieran said with disbelief coloring his tone. “I’ll have to take your word for it, then. You would know better than me. All I can really say confidently is good luck.”

Well… that was reassuring.

Sticking to the matter at hand, you straightened your spine and rolled your shoulders under the curious gazes of the numerous Poachers around you, doing your damndest to seem unaffected by their prying stares. Suddenly you wished you had opted for a less ostentatious coat to wear. Nora was apparently nothing if not flamboyant. “I’m curious,” you mused under your breath, nodding towards the now empty ring. “Where do the dragons stay when they aren’t fighting? This ring is a lot bigger than the one where I’m from.”

Kieran cocked his head to the side, following your gaze to the corner where Chua had been corralled. “I’m actually not sure. I think there’s a bottom level to the whole place, though. One of my friends told me he has to occasionally go underground to feed the bloody fiends.”

“I don’t envy him,” you muttered, earning another chuckle from Kieran.

At this point the ring was mostly silent, save for the sound of chains rattling behind the cage doors as the handlers worked to presumably move Chua deeper into his enclosure. It was too soon to cut your visit short, and there was no way to break away so suddenly without clueing Kieran in on your plans. To disappear quickly after asking about the dragons would paint a target on your back. Unfortunately, you would have to bide your time a little longer…

You only prayed that Sebastian would be held up long enough for you to accomplish what you planned. It was balmy, and likely to end in the worst of ways, but you vowed to yourself that you would at the very least try.

If all else failed, you had an entire repository’s worth of dark magic at your disposal.

Kieran leaned back against the seats behind him, supporting his weight with one arm while the other took to languidly twirling his wand between his fingers. If you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he was showing off for you. “So, does being Sebastian Sallow’s body guard involve any rules or restrictions?”

“I’m… not sure what you mean by that,” you muttered dimly, trailing your eyes back to the pit as the sound of the struggling dragon got fainter.

“I’m asking if you’re allowed to fraternize with colleagues. That’s technically what we are, right? I just wanted to make sure I was reading things correctly.”

He most certainly wasn’t, but evidently your friendly glances had worked a little too well. “I– well, it’s a bit complicated…”

“Complicated how?” Kieran took it upon himself to shuffle closer to you, his forearm brushing against your lower back as he planted his arm directly behind where you sat. “Either having some fun is allowed or it isn’t. Don’t tell me Sebastian banned sex. You’re far too pretty for something like that… or is he keeping you all to himself?”

Okay, gross. Evidently Kieran wasn’t as harmless as he seemed; he was a complete and utter hound. “Sorry, I wouldn’t want to test any limits. Especially not now… this is technically my trial period,” you lied smoothly, flashing the blond an apologetic smile.

Mercifully, Kieran shrugged and leaned away from you, his arm behind you lifting so he could skin his fingers along your lower back. “Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

With a wink, he rose from his seat and took off towards a distant group of his supposed friends. You had never been more grateful for a group of Poachers to be lingering in your life, but you also weren’t about to squander a second of your newfound freedom. You continued to look on into the pit, drinking in the now empty sight before you with rapt interest, trying your hardest to appear invested in the pending fight. After you had been alone for a few minutes and the chatter in the ring began to rise again, you finally stood from your seat and made your way towards the hallway you had originally come from.

The long corridor stretched along the entire perimeter of the ring, giving you ample cover in the shadows as you prowled the exterior of the stands with your eyes narrowed and your heart pounding. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew Sebastian was scolding you for being so brash. This would likely damage his reputation– leave him scrambling to come up with lies and justifications as to why things had gone south upon his arrival. But be that as it may, you didn’t care in the slightest. If burning down the enchanted cesspool was out of the question, you would settle for freeing a dragon or two.

Whether or not it killed you didn’t matter.

Before long, you reached an uninhabited section of the stands. There were two Poachers decked out in black standing guard before a staircase that led down into what you assumed to be the holding cells for the dragons, and as subtly as you were able, you withdrew your wand and cast a disillusionment spell on yourself. It was the first voluntary magic you had performed in over a week, and the rush of adrenaline that shot through you in response to the action was more electric than a bolt of lightning. It felt good to have your wand back. If it were physically possible, you would endeavor to bond it to your palm permanently.

Cloaked in a blanket of invisibility, you sleuthed forward as silent as a wraith, waiting with bated breath for the guards to hear you and only deigning to exhale softly when you rounded the corner to the staircase without them noticing. Your footsteps were measured and controlled– taking exceptional care to distribute your weight over the rickety planks with the utmost caution. Moving away the bottom of the steps proved to be a trial in and of itself, seeing as a slew of handlers were darting back and forth in front of you as they shouted orders at one another.

“Get Veila ready to leave her pen! Chua is about to break out of his cage– we can’t wait any longer,” shouted a masked Poacher from down the hall. A resounding boom echoed off the walls of the corridor, prompting the surrounding handlers to jump into action. Nearly half a dozen men in masks turned on their heels to dart down the opposite end of the hallway, directions about how to calm Veila pouring from their lips and into your waiting ears.

“Just toss a goat leg at her and she’ll be fine until the gates open,” one man said.

“What about Chua?” asked another.

“Leave that to the others. That monster is as bloodthirsty as they come– better they get bit in half than us.”

Okay, you thought to yourself, ducking behind a stack of crates as the disillusionment charm began to wear off. Chua is difficult, and Veila is easy-going. How to go about this…

If you released Veila first, there was a chance that she would be easily subdued and returned to her cage. You needed time to get away with all of this undetected. You needed a distraction. If Chua was as volatile as the Poachers implied, he would be your best course of action to start a metaphorical riot. It would have to be him you let loose first. With any luck, it would prove easier than it sounded…

The sound of a bell tolling at the bottom of the steps drew you from your thoughts, and you shrank deeper into the shadows as the shouts of the handlers grew louder.

“Five minutes! Five minutes to show time– get Veila sorted now!”

More Poachers ran to the left in search of Veila’s pen, and you figured now was your best opportunity to do what you’d vowed to accomplish. As the last handler vanished down the left corridor, you recast the disillusionment charm over yourself and hurriedly scuttled down the hallway to your right. Immediately you were met with the sound of metal banging against metal, and a bone-chilling growl reached your ears as you neared the end of the passage. There were only three handlers posted outside of Chua’s pen, and you quickly deduced that the one closest to you would be the easiest to take out.

“Grimy devil…” muttered the Poacher at the end. “Did you hear that he bit Thomas in two last week? Thought the bloke was away visiting family, but no. He got turned into dragon lunch.”

“Thomas was as thick as they came,” replied the other Poacher. He crossed his arms over his chest and tsk’d disapprovingly, shaking his head at the green-scaled creature eyeing them vehemently through the bars of the cage. “Only an idiot would get comfortable around something as deadly as that. ‘S why you never see me down here on my breaks.”

“You’d rather freeze your cock off outside than eat down here?”

“You’re damn right I would! At least I’d still have my cock,” the second Poacher murmured, shaking his head mournfully. “I dread the day something worse than Chua shows up. When that day comes, I’m asking to go back to stocking. Ain’t no way in high hell I’m sticking around to deal with an angrier dragon.”

Pursing your lips in distaste, you stuck close to the edge of the wall, moving as silently as humanly possible to get behind the third Poacher who dutifully scanned a clipboard near a storage closet in the corner. The other two men had their backs to him, which meant your chance of succeeding was as high as it possibly could be. You rose to your full height quickly, then wrapped an arm around the silent Poacher before pressing the tip of your wand to his temple.

You didn’t need an incantation for the sleeping spell because you had used it so frequently in your years on the run. It came naturally to you, and the quick burst of purple light from your wand went unnoticed by the other two Poachers near the cage. The man in your arms slumped forward, a deep slumber instantly settling over him and rendering him dead weight in your spindly arms. It took more effort than was probably normal to catch him before he hit the ground, but you managed to gingerly set him down against the dirty floor before turning back to the remaining two targets.

While they had remained none the wiser to your antics, however, Chua had not.

The dragon was as still as a statue as he stared right at you through the bars of his cage, watching you intensely despite the disillusionment charm that still shimmered over your body. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart stalled in your chest. You didn’t know whether to move or not, seeing as the otherworldly creature had caught you red handed.

But he wasn’t showing any signs that he was going to give you away. If anything, there was an alarming amount of awareness in the dragon’s eyes as he watched you.

You felt insane and utterly mad for doing it, but you pointed at the two Poachers in front of the cage. I want them, is what you wordlessly tried to convey. Chua’s luminescent, orange eyes flicked down to the two Poachers before him– still talking about nonsensical things despite the two ton beast gazing down at them– and a shiver coursed over you as Chua lowered his head so it was level with the handlers.

You suddenly had the distinct impression that you needed to move. Now.

Doing exactly that, you settled behind a table against the wall and watched in awe as Chua opened his mouth. A low gurgling sound emanated from the dragon, and an unmistakable glow from the back of his throat was what finally drew the attention of the two Poachers, their reaction speed pointless when pitted against dragon’s fire.

“Shit–”

It was as hot as it was loud. The roar of fire surrounded you, singing the fur on the neckline of your coat and causing you to break a sweat almost instantly. The screams of the Poachers were completely drowned out by the rush of fire, and once it ended, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that the chatter in the stands had continued throughout the impromptu human barbecue.

Either things like that really were normal, or the noise in the stands was loud enough that no one had heard. Regardless, you had your opening, courtesy of Chua himself.

The disillusionment charm that cloaked you blinked out of existence at the same time you stood from your hiding spot, but Chua’s wise eyes had been on you long before that. He knew you were there from the beginning… so did he also know that you were there to help?

Cautiously, you stepped over the sizzling corpses of the Poachers, your eyes never wavering from Chua’s as you inched your way closer to the massive deadbolt that kept him locked down in the cage. There was a matching lock on the opposite side of the cage, but venturing inside the pen to open it was the absolute last thing on your mind. You had gotten lucky with the dragon torching your targets, but you weren’t suicidal.

Your boots clicked mutedly against the floor before coming to a halt before the gate. Chua stared at you almost expectantly, flaring his nostrils as he took in your scent. There was a low growl, then an abrupt chuffing sound as the creature seemingly accepted your presence and moved back in his cage. If dragons could properly convey expressions, you would say that the one Chua appeared to bare was expectant. Perhaps he knew you weren’t like the other humans that had surrounded him his whole life. Or maybe it was just your wishful thinking.

It didn’t matter now, though. What did matter was getting the gate open, and the only way to cause the distraction you needed was to get the latch on the far side of the cage unlocked.

“This is going to sound crazy,” you whispered to the dragon, slowly reaching for your pocketed wand, “but I need you to cause a ruckus when I free you. I want to get the other one out too– Veila. Think you can do that for me?”

Call it a delusion, but the singular, slow blink the dragon directed at you came across as a ‘yes’.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” you continued in a hushed tone, then nodded your head down at the burnt bodies by your feet. “I’m not like them, and they deserved what they got. Just try to get out of here as quick as you can, okay?”

Another slow, focused blink was directed your way, and then those thin-slitted pupils expanded ever so slightly when they caught sight of your wand aiming into the cage.

“Don’t move, okay? I’ll open it from here. Then you fly. Get as far from here as you can.”

Chua curled his talons into the sandy base of his cage, turning away from you completely to look through the iron bars of the gate leading into the ring. You took that as your cue, brazenly shoving your arm the rest of the way through the cage to aim your wand right for the lock.

“Alohomora.”

The sound of the latch undoing seemed to be the loudest thing you had heard thus far. Heart racing, you backed away from the cage swiftly and quickly cast yet another disillusionment charm over yourself, moving away from Chua’s pen entirely as the dragon pressed at the unlocked gate with his nose. The door creaked open slowly at first– the scarred creature testing the leniency of the gate for a minute– before boldly shoving it open with his shoulder. It ricocheted off the wall with a deafening boom, and the chatter in the crowd ceased for all of five seconds before the screaming started.

Perfect.

The dragon’s bellowing roar shook the walls of the tent, sending everyone above into a frenzy as a cacophony of footsteps thundered overhead. You couldn’t tell whether the hordes of people were running for the exits or down to the pit to help get Chua under control. Either way, it mattered little, so long as everyone’s focus was glued to the poor beast you had just unleashed on them.

The sound of shouting echoing down the hallway near Veila’s pen reached your ears, and you skillfully stepped sideways before fluidly ducking under a table to remain undetected as more handlers took off for Chua’s cage. You could hear them yelling at one another– their overlapping demands of ‘what the hell happened’ and ‘how on Godric’s green Earth did he get out’ bouncing throughout the hallway and bringing a small smile to your face. It was utter pandemonium, and that fact reminded you blissfully of your younger years spent annihilating Ashwinder and Poacher camps alike from the inside out.

You hadn’t lost your touch after all.

The last handler turned the corner towards Chua’s pen, and you stole the opportunity to bolt out from your hiding place and head for Veila’s cage. The female dragon was nestled within, her head turned towards the identical gate that kept her locked out of the pit as she listened to the sound of Chua roaring. She was significantly smaller than her male counterpart, but upon hearing you come to a grinding halt outside the cage, the look in her fiery red eyes told you that she was as intelligent as the champion dragon raining terror upon the Poachers. Your disillusionment charm vanished swiftly, leaving you exposed and face to face with the brown scaled creature.

There was another deafening boom as something in the pit broke, a telling cracking noise making you think that Chua had snapped a wooden post of some sort near the stands. Veila heard it too and rumbled curiously, the giant muscles of her shoulders twitching as the urge to flee the danger likely took root. The ceiling above the holding cells groaned aggressively, and you realized that you had to move faster. Getting crushed beneath a dragon fighting ring was well near the bottom of your list of priorities today.

With no more time to waste, you aimed your wand into the pen, the spell to free Veila dancing on the tip of your tongue. It never left your lips, however, because in the next second a broad, strong hand was snatching your wrist down and pulling you away from the cage.

You were a heartbeat away from lifting your foot to dig the heel of your boot into the assailant's own shoe when you heard Devlin’s familiar, sharp voice hissing into your ear, “What the hell are you doing?”

Well, shit.

Spinning to look at him wide-eyed, you found him to be particularly disheveled. There was soot smudged across his flushed cheeks, and the hat he usually wore that you hated so much was missing from the top of his head. His own wand was gripped tight in his white knuckled grip, and you realized that he had to have been trying to deal with Chua before coming to find you.

“Where’s Sebastian?” you asked immediately, suddenly fearing that he had gotten burnt to a crisp much like the other two handlers down the hall.

Devlin’s bushy brows furrowed in disbelief as he drank in the sight of your steely resolve. “Unbelievable. You didn’t even need help– you did this! You let the dragon out?”

“Yes, I did,” you bit out roughly, then snatched your hand from his grip to readjust your hold on your wand. “Answer me now; is Sebastian alright?”

Devlin watched on in horror as you leveled your wand with the pit side gate, and when he jumped to try grabbing your arm again, you mirrored the movement and maintained ample space from him so he couldn’t touch you. “Sweet fucking Merlin– yes! He’s fine! He’s shitting his pants thinking you got eaten by a dragon right now, but he’s alive. That beast is torching everything in sight– we need to leave.”

He tried one more time to grab for you, but you danced away yet again, which pulled an agitated groan from Devlin’s thin lips. “Not yet,” you reasoned. “I have to let Veila out.”

“You need to get yourself out! This whole place is coming down around us and you want to rescue a fucking dragon?”

“I’m unlocking the gate for a fucking dragon,” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at the lock that was now half-blocked by Veila’s shifting body. “She can take care of the rest by herself– they don’t need us to escape.”

The chorus of screams from upstairs could be heard through the cage bars, and you caught a glimpse of Chua’s green scales slithering past Veila’s pen as he took to battering the walls with his tail– evidently more interested in reducing the ring to rubble rather than escaping right away.

“This is insane,” Devlin raked his fingers through his greying hair, chancing a look down the hall to watch for any handlers making their way back here. “You’re going to get me killed. I told him he should have left you at the base– fuck–”

Ignoring Devlin’s spectacular breakdown, you held your breath expectantly as Veila moved sideways again, the lock on the far gate revealing itself to you once more. Without hesitation, you dove for the pen and shoved your arm through the bars before hurriedly casting, “Alohomora.”

Devlin cursed under his breath, watching with blatant discomfort as Veila cocked her head to the side curiously. She looked to the unlocked gate for a few seconds, then back at you with a level of awareness in her red eyes that made your skin crawl. You nodded curtly at the dragon, then softly murmured, “Go on. Fly.”

And fly she did.

Veila’s strong body shouldered the gate open, her muscles rippling with power as she emerged within the pit and let out a strangely contented huff. Then she spread her wings, bent her legs, and shot up from the sand bed with a sudden whoosh that sent sand spraying back in your face. The sound of canvas ripping overhead filled the entirety of the fighting ring, and the abrupt wave of cold air that swept through the enchanted tent told you everything you needed to know.

She had gotten out, and Chua was free to follow.

You couldn’t help it– you giggled maniacally. Devlin looked to be on the brink of knocking you unconscious and leaving you for dead as you tossed your head back, your laugh ripe with giddy excitement. You did it. You actually did it.

The momentary celebration was cut short when Devlin threw his arms around you to drag you away from the empty pen. The heels of your boots snagged on the jagged ground as you were tugged unceremoniously out of the lower level and up the rickety staircase, barely making it up the steps before the handlers that had flocked to Chua’s pen were running back to Veila’s. The Ashwinder at your side had heard them coming and acted quickly, preserving the sanctity of your impromptu decision by hauling you back to the stands.

“I could kill you right now, but I have a feeling Sebastian will want that honor,” Devlin growled darkly, looking around the now demolished fighting ring with his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. Chua was on the opposite side of the pit blasting fire from his mouth at the last, untouched section of the stands. As soon as he was done reducing the seats to cinders, he was looking up to eye the opening left in the ceiling of the tent. His massive, emerald wings stretched out around him, sending sand and ash alike flying in every direction as he gathered the momentum needed to take flight.

Devlin wasn’t itching to stick around to watch, though. He roughly grabbed your wrist to haul you up the demolished stands to head for the hallway the three of you had entered through earlier. It was unscathed by the fire that licked at the entirety of the fighting ring, but the wind blowing in from the top of the tent had knocked any and all decor off the walls. You shuddered against the icy, biting breeze, allowing for Devlin to steer you out of the tent and back out onto the snowy mountainside you had nearly fallen from just an hour earlier. There were so many Poachers congregating on the snow, every one of them staring up at the sky as both Chua and Veila let loose twin roars of delight, their wings beating smoothly as they crested over the peak of the mountain and disappeared into the night.

When your eyes flicked back down to the cluster of people standing slack-jawed on the mountain, your gaze zeroed in on one person in particular.

A very, very angry brunet glowered at you through his lashes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his lips pressed into a firm, unyielding line, he looked like the textbook definition of wrath come to life. There was a large trunk situated in the snow at his feet, but you were hardly of a mind to wonder what he had managed to haul out of the burning tent. Right now, there were only two things you were acutely aware of.

The first was that Sebastian was alive. There hadn’t been a doubt in your mind that he would escape unharmed, but seeing him unmarred and whole before you was a gratifying sight all the same. The second and most pressing thing that dawned on you then was that you were in so, so much fucking trouble.

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emmyinjapan · 3 months ago

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Capturing the Last Autumn Leaves at Mifuneyama Rakuen (御船山楽園)

Towards the tail end of autumn, I managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of Mifuneyama Rakuen’s final autumn leaves, just before they were swept away by the winds. The weather, as it so often does, decided to be a bit temperamental—cloudy and windy—but at least it was kind enough not to rain. I hadn’t bothered with an umbrella that day, which, of course, meant that the skies seemed to conspire against me, but I wasn’t about to let a little breeze spoil my adventure.

At just 500 yen for admission, I’d say it’s one of the best deals for an experience that felt straight out of a dream. The moment I stepped into the garden, I was transported into a world where time seemed to slow down. Mifuneyama Rakuen, with its vast, sprawling grounds, is nothing short of magical. Covering over 500,000 square metres, the garden is home to hundreds of thousands of trees and flowers, each season painting the landscape in a new palette of colours. From the early bloom of cherry blossoms in spring to the rich hues of autumn, there’s always something spectacular happening.

In spring, the garden bursts into life with vibrant cherry blossoms, followed by the rich greens of summer, when the trees provide a lush canopy of shade. Then, as autumn arrives, the garden transforms again, this time with a fiery explosion of reds, oranges, and yellows. Even in winter, there’s beauty to be found, with the trees standing proudly against the crisp air, and the occasional plum blossom daring to bloom early.

Located about two hours by train from Hakata Station, this tranquil retreat feels like a hidden gem tucked away from the city’s hustle and bustle. As I wandered the paths, I was surrounded by an enchanting array of trees, many of which had already begun their autumnal dance, shedding their leaves in a glorious burst of colour. Some of the trees clung to their last golden hues, while others, like old soldiers, stood tall and proud, their branches swaying in the breeze.

It’s hard to put into words just how peaceful and awe-inspiring this garden is. The air smelled of damp earth and crisp leaves, and with every step, I was greeted by new vistas, each more stunning than the last. If you’ve ever felt like stepping into a painting or a dream, this was as close as it gets.

—Emmy

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year ago

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: the type of beauty the piercers/ tattoo artists in my modern au hold

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 is beautiful like…

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 like new leaves on a bush and budding flowers emerging from the ground; like lush moss and drops of dew clinging to grass in the morning; like the first warmth of the sun after a cold winter and a playful breeze curling through a garden; like the soft song of birds in the crisp morning air

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 is beautiful like…

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 like the golden brilliance of the sun and the ripe sweetness of fruits; like the constellations of freckles on sunkissed skin and airy freedom of light clothes; like the laughs shared between friends and the coolness of diving into water; like the sun sinking behind the horizon and late nights spent outside in the warm air

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 is beautiful like…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 like the lights of festivals illuminating the night; like the afterglow of warmed skin and the combination of summer and autumn wardrobes; like watching the butterflies in the garden and harvesting fruits and vegetables; like getting surprised by tepid rain and watching stunning thunderstorms light up the sky

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 is beautiful like…

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 like the leaves changing their colour and the sour sweetness of apples; like the earthy smell after rain and the crunch of stepping on leaves; like pulling your favourite sweater from the closet and the sound of rain against your window; like the smell of cinnamon and baked goods wafting through your kitchen

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 is beautiful like…

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 like the feeling of coming home after being out in the cold and warming your hands around a steaming mug of your favourite drink; like the scent of pine in the air and the swirls of frost decorating the windows; like the stillness of a snowy landscape and doodling on snowed in cars; like the reflection of icicles in the sun and your breath being visible in the air; like bundling up in a pile of cosy blankets and making fun of cliché rom coms

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 is beautiful like…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 like the beginning of something new; like rivers breaking through their icy surface and misty morning sceneries; like the realisation you can leave your scarf at home and sitting outside in the sun for the first time again; like talking a walk through a blooming landscape and catching up with your friends again

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kvothes · 3 months ago

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36 for Pynch 🫣

oooough i have not written them for so long... A KISS TO GIVE UP CONTROL

Winter in Virginia is a stunned thing. The landscape itself seems shocked at the prospect of snow. Ronan hates the stuff on principal, and perhaps especially the way the wind whips across his scalp and makes him shudder. December has one redeeming quality: Adam home from college for the break. Adam in Ronan’s proximity for two weeks and change. Adam in a scarf. Adam, poised against gray landscape. Pale boy, pale trees. Ronan looks his fill.

But Christmas puts him in a towering mood, and Adam isn’t interested in coddling him. Ronan hates the holiday on principal, and perhaps especially the way it makes him think of his parents, his father’s impossible dream-presents, his mother humming and draping tinsel on a tree. “Then don’t have a tree,” Adam said, over the phone, before he came home. “No tree,” Ronan agreed, because he also wasn’t enthused about the prospect of cutting one down. Blue would have his head.

He wakes on the day with a dark affect anyway, sneaking out of bed before Adam can stir. Like a kid eager for presents, except that Ronan is nearly a man and exhausted. He goes to sit on the freezing stoop with a mug of coffee. He watches the blurry white sun rise behind the clouds. He’s expecting the door to open behind him before long. He isn’t expecting Adam’s hand on the back of his neck.

They watch the whitewashed landscape together until Ronan starts to shiver. Adam increases the pressure on his neck. “What do you want?” he asks, a low murmur. An offering.

Ronan reaches up. He takes Adam’s hand in his own hand and brings it to his mouth. He kisses the palm, the fingertips. “You pick,” he says, capitulating. He doesn’t want to solve the day or chart a course through it. He wants Adam to decide, and for Ronan to follow his wishes. He kisses the back of Adam’s hand. He puts his devotion there.

Adam accepts it. He lays his hand along the line of Ronan’s jaw. “Come back inside,” he says.

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year ago

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Ψ M is for Maraclea: Chapter Three

M is for Maraclea: Following an accident you had over summer break, you find yourself in limbo after being legally dead for several minutes. Now an outcast at boarding school, you end up finding comfort in a strange boy named Nigel. As winter draws near and tragedy strikes, your only reprieve from madness comes from a mind much like your own.

Warnings: Death.

To Note: Nigel Colbie x Fem!Reader, NAMED Reader for Plot Reasons, There Are A Lot of DARK Themes.

Word Count: ~2.2k

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You had no idea why Alex and Josh were dragging a boy to the train station, and were even more confused when they got on. You followed of course, your curiosity piqued and mind focused on what they were doing. It was already past curfew for them. They weren’t supposed to be out like this but clearly, by their actions and ease alone, this wasn’t the first time they had done this. You lost them at one point, trying to figure out the schedule of the train to ensure that you’d get back, and took to slowly moving through train cars as it began moving to find them.

Naturally, you got distracted when your eyes caught dark landscape flashing by and you took a few moments to stare out the window. Or perhaps several minutes, the darkness was truly inviting to you. Going to a door at the end of the car you were in, you pressed your palm against the glass and watched the occasional lights flicker by. It’d been ages since you had left the academy grounds, either of them, and you missed the eery silence. The train shook and ratted around, and as you blinked a loud bang erupted in the night and you flinched back from the bright flash of light.

Bloody hell what was that!

Taking a few moments to blink the stars from your eyes, you were more prepared for more of the loud pops that exploded just outside the train. If you remembered correctly, Josh liked to make flash bangs. They must be just up ahead. Leaving behind the window, you entered the next train car and spotted Josh fiddling with one of his flash bangs. Hurrying towards him, Josh’s eyes widened when he spotted you and he turned to the hidden part of the train care where Alex must be. Josh spoke something to Alex and your brother was immediately sticking out from behind the metal wall and glaring at you.

“What are you doing here!?” He yelled. You gazed back, unperturbed by his raised voice and words.

“I could ask you the same,” You retorted, stepping forwards to see who the poor boy that had gotten dragged into Alex and Josh’s games was. The moment your eyes settled on starry blue eyes framed by black lashes you paused in step. His gaze held yours, much like your own. Demured yet something lurked deep within, something that made a spark in your mind and a warmth bloom in your chest. A like mind. You were unable to get in another word, for the train rattled and you were thrown off your feet. Stumbling back, you heard Josh let out a yell, and then a hiss at your feet. One glance down was all you had before a bright flash went off and a painful explosion rang in your ears.

Stunned, you slumped over against hard plastic chairs as your ears rang in deafening silence. With your hearing in a blackout, you focused on your breathing and basked in the peaceful comfort that almost reminded you of your death. Silent. Cold. Pacifying even. Your hearing came back with a resounding ringing in your ears and you pressed a hand to your head. That beautiful silence hadn’t lasted nearly as long as you had liked. Blinking, you saw Josh trying to drag Alex away from the car door. Oh Alex was making a right mess of things.

You had the best luck in calming in down when Alex was in a mood and clawed forwards. But as you reached the three boys, Josh flung Alex away from the door and his momentum was furthered by a lurch of the train. You watched with a passive face as he leaned off kilter out of train, terror on his face. Then he was gone. Smashed into a pole along the tracks. Silence reigned once more, death spreading its touch around you. Blinking you settled your eyes on the boy that was Alex’s latest target.

His nose was bloody, a crimson drip having run over his lips, but you were captivated by his hypnotic eyes. You could have swore that you saw a reflection of yourself within his eyes, haunting pain and a need for that blissful silence. Reaching into your jacket pocket, you pulled out the embroidered handkerchief all girls at your academy had, and offered it to him.

You didn’t go to Josh’s funeral, naturally, if your father had learned that you’d followed Alex he would be ever so irate with you and that would just be a bother. So you simply played the good daughter and prayed with the other girls at mass, and went about your week under the guise of normalcy. It was not a normal week. You couldn’t get hypnotic blue eyes out of your mind. Or midnight hair. Or even the color of his blood staining his nose and lips. Crimson. A pretty shade that matched blue and black.

He still had your handkerchief. You’d promptly left for your dorm room before Susan grew worried and raised alarm to the dorm mother. She still tutted at you for staying out so late, but you reassured her that your brother had been in your company so you hadn’t been alone. It was nearly a week later before you were back on the boys academy grounds. You were walking with the girls in the play, on your way to rehearsals.

Passing by Alex who was painting part of the set, you saw him eye Susan. Peculiar. Alex had never shown interest in a girl before, you wondered how that would bode with his hot headedness. Entering the grand room of the academy, you helped Susan and Eloise into their stage garments as Ethel pulled out her clipboard. Your fingers fussed with Susan’s head piece, making sure that all of her brown hair was tucked away by white fabric.

“The piano was tuned,” Susan softly spoke while attaching the wooden cross necklace around her neck. You spared a glance in the direction of the piano, pleased to hear so.

“Then I shall practice some of the pieces,” You murmured, finally pleased that Susan’s costume was ready. “I am sure Ethel will request that I play the music in time for the scenes you will practice.”

“It would help to speak our lines while you play.” While Susan and Eloise began speaking to each other about their roles in the play, you walked out of the changing area and headed for the piano. Ethel promptly followed you, clipboard in hand. She scribbled something down on a piece of paper and thrust it towards you.

“These are all the scenes we are rehearsing today, find the sheet music for the scenes and play them when I tell you to.” She ordered before striking off to do something else. You almost made a smart ass comment about her not saying please, but held your tongue. Picking up the folder of sheet music, you riffled through the pages and pulled out what you needed. Settling them up on the stand, you uncovered the keys and pressed the ones that had been in need to tuning. Perfect. There was nothing like playing a freshly tuned piano.

You did a few repetitions of your basic warm up to get your chilled fingers to move smoothly. Perhaps you’d get lost in the music and give your mind a chance to think of someone other than the blue eyed boy that consumed your thoughts. So you focused on the rich notes blooming from the piano and the strong voices of the students practicing their lines. Scene by scene, you put up with Ethel’s orders and as things finally wrapped up, you were once again floating in a state of in-between. Cold. Silence. Blue eyes. Blue eyes? Black hair… you were thinking of him again.

“Mind over matter,” You murmured to yourself, looking up at the panes of stained glass. You felt eyes on your body and paused in your shuffling of papers. Looking up, you looked around. No wonder you felt at peace. Pushing back from the piano, you rose from your seat and brushed out your skirt before striding for him. Perhaps you’d finally get a name…

“Hello,” He spoke as you walked up to him.

“Hello,” You echoed, clasping your hands together in front of you. He slowly reached not the inner lining of his blazer and withdrew a familiar looking handkerchief.

“I got all the blood out of it,” He murmured while you kept your eyes trained on his. Such a pretty blue.

“I wouldn’t have minded, it is just a bit of blood,” You answered honestly, slowly taking the handkerchief back. It was quiet for a few moments before you decided to speak up. “How do you know my brother?”

“We were roommates for a short while.” He explained to you. You made a noise in the back of your throat in surprise. Alex had pressed your father into making sure he never had roommates… “My name is Nigel.”

“I’m—”

“The lovely Lady Mary,” Nigel cut you off, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. “You’re the talk among the boys.” Your eye twitched ever so slightly, not unnoticed by him. “Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Alex is quite protective of you, warned off any boy brave enough to even look at you.”

“Surprising,” You spoke softly. “Given the rumors whispered among the girls at my academy.” It was Nigel’s turn to tilt his head.

“They don’t understand,”

“No, they don’t,” You echoed, looking back at the girls. “But not all of them are cruel. Besides, I find solace and beauty in silence.”

“Is that why you like playing the piano by yourself? Because they are loud?”

“They don’t understand me,” Your eyes caught sight a notebook tucked beneath his arm. “Pardon for prying but you don’t appear to be observing the play rehearsal.”

“I like to draw,” Nigel supplied, shifting his grasp on his notebook. “I enjoy listening to your music while I work on my diagrams.”

“You draw diagrams?” You questioned, wondering what was interesting enough to draw diagrams of. “May I ask of what?”

“Would you like to see them?” Your eyes sparkled, echoing the delight of your interest and nodding eagerly, you took a step closer. Nigel took his notebook and opened it, flipping a few pages until he landed on his latest drawing. It was the anatomy of a bird, cleverly and expertly drawn to show the innards in the most beautiful detail.

“Impeccable,” You breathed, itching to stroke the fine lines of the diagram and trace the neat scribbles of notes Nigel had written in the margin.”How many have you done?”

“Quite a few, it’s a hobby of mine,” Nigel said proudly, turning the page to show you more of his diagrams. You were truly fascinated by the macabre drawings and attention to detail, admiring Nigel’s ability to both capture the artistic look while being scientific at the same time. Rather than stand awkwardly in the alcove at the end of the hall, you and Nigel moved to a bench off to the side. You found that you liked hearing him talk about his passion for anatomy, and that his voice was so soothing to you.

Nigel told you all about the dissections he had done for his diagrams, which easily explained the detailed drawings. He was a meticulous, calculated, and intelligent. Pointing to a diagram of a rabbit, he’d found it after his neighbors dog had caught and killed it, Nigel explained the process he’d done to preserve the body so he could later study it.

“What do you intend to do with all this knowledge?” You asked, fingers drawing down a page in appreciation. “Your work is incredible, surely you have some plan to utilize your skills…” A far away look bloomed within Nigel’s eyes for a moment before he responded.

“My parents want me to become a doctor, or a lawyer, my father even mentioned becoming a banker once.” You took note that he hadn’t answered your question, but simply told you what others expected of him.

“That is what your parents want,” You reiterated quietly, feeling the weight placed upon Nigel’s shoulders. It was similar to the one that rested on Alex’s… and yours. “What does Nigel want?” He stared at you, only becoming more enamored with you. A small smile crept onto his lips.

“I wouldn’t mind becoming a surgeon.” You nodded in agreement, a small smile of your own appearing.

“That makes sense, your eye for detail with these drawings, I’m sure you’ll make a splendid surgeon.” You said, looking up from the diagrams to peer out the widows. It was a rather blustery day. The following week would be even worse.

“And what about you?” Nigel asked in turn, wishing to know more about you, the only girl that had ever really interested him. You looked back to him and softly shrugged.

“I’m not so sure, my father… he has spent most of his time and energy making sure that Alex is built for success. I’ve just been an afterthought. Of course he cares for me, has ensued that I have the best education there is, but I don’t think there is much expectation of me from him. I like music, but I am not sure how I would turn that into a career.”

The future was a daunting thing to ponder. You longed for silence and darkness, that calming feeling washing through your body once more. How odd that Nigel exuded that wonderful feeling. You didn’t mind.

Date Published: 4/1/24

Last Edit: 4/1/24

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queenarahbo · 4 months ago

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Confession Under The Northern Lights

Cynthia takes Diantha to a cabin on Mount Coronet to see the northern lights. Fluffcember Prompts Used: Day 5: Northern Lights Day 7: Condensed Breath Day 21: Cabin in the Snow 12 Days of Christmas Prompts Used: Day 3: Accelerated Heartbeat/ Kissing in the Snow/ "Here, take my coat."

Guys I hate this title so much.

“Thank you again for bringing me with you. I never realized how breathtakingly beautiful Mount Coronet was,” Diantha said, her voice filled with awe as she settled onto the wooden bench that overlooked the lower mountain range, the frosty air tinged with the scent of pine and earth, yet fresh with snow.

“Of course,” Cynthia replied warmly, placing two steaming mugs of fragrant tea—swirling with hints of mint and eucalyptus—on the bench between them before joining Diantha. She couldn’t help but smile as she admired her companion’s wide eyes, reflecting the magnificence of the snow-draped peaks framed against the twilight sky. “But it’s not like you haven’t seen the mountains before,” she pointed out teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure,” Diantha retorted, her gaze fixed firmly on the breathtaking vista, where the snow glistened like diamonds under the fading sun. “But they are nothing like this.”

Cynthia hummed lightly in acknowledgment, pausing as she noticed her friend tugging her sweater tighter around her out of the corner of her eye. The frigid chill of the mountain air nipped at her skin. “Here, take my coat,” she offered, her voice gentle.

“No, you need it. It’s far too cold to go without one,” Diantha protested, reaching out to stop Cynthia as she started to remove her navy winter coat.

“Dia, I’m used to this kind of weather,” Cynthia assured her, lightly moving Diantha’s gloved hand aside and wrapping the coat around her shoulders. “Besides, you won’t want to miss what’s coming.”

“Come on, you still haven’t told me what this is,” Diantha pouted playfully, though her eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation.

“It’s just a few more minutes,” Cynthia replied, glancing at her wristwatch under her glove, the metal cool against her skin. The mountain range was cold all year, but the winters could be fierce. The sky was darkening, casting a shroud of stars above them. She felt the cold creeping in now that she had shed her coat, but the thrill of the impending display warmed her soul. Lifting her steaming mug to her lips, she savored the comforting aroma and took a large sip, letting the warmth infuse her.

Then, without warning, the sky erupted into a stunning array of vibrant greens and soft blues. Wisps of ethereal light danced across the heavens, their colors spilling down like liquid emeralds over the snow-covered landscape, illuminating the mountains in a magical glow. This was the moment they had been eagerly awaiting—the northern lights.

Diantha gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as she absorbed the breathtaking spectacle unfolding before her. “Amazing…” she breathed, her eyes wide and entranced, captivated by the ballet overhead.

Cynthia’s heart swelled with joy; she knew deep down she had made the right decision in bringing Diantha to the secluded cabin. It had been her sanctuary, and she vowed to thank Candice later for allowing her to borrow it.

For several long, serene minutes, they sat in spellbound silence, side by side, each lost in the beauty of nature and the moment, until Cynthia felt the urge to break the stillness. “It’s you,” she whispered softly, her voice barely a murmur against the backdrop of the shimmering display, her gaze shifting to Diantha. “It’s always been you.”

Diantha’s expression morphed into one of confusion, brows knitting together as she replied, “Pardon?”

“I can’t pretend anymore,” Cynthia confessed, her heart racing as she reached out, grasping Diantha’s hands in her own, urging her closer. “I love you.” With those words, Cynthia’s heart thundered in her chest, the weight of vulnerability crashing over her. She hadn’t planned to say it; the confession had flown from her lips unbidden, yet now that it was out, she felt the gravity of the moment.

As she averted her gaze, a wave of uncertainty wrapped around her heart, and Cynthia caught a fleeting glimpse of Diantha’s expression transformation, shifting from surprise to something deeper. “I love you too,” Diantha finally breathed, the words spilling from her lips like a long-buried secret, igniting a flicker of hope within Cynthia’s soul that had been dormant for far too long.

With a tentative movement, Diantha reached forward, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against Cynthia’s bangs, the touch as light and tender as a whisper. She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting against the anxious flutter in her stomach, her heart racing at the weight of the moment. Cynthia still hadn’t met her gaze, and a swell of determination surged within Diantha. Resolute, she closed the distance that had felt like an eternity between them.

As Diantha leaned in, the frigid air vibrated with tension, mingling their breaths into soft, white puffs that danced in the chilled night. She pressed her lips against Cynthia’s, a gentle caress that felt electric, eyes fluttering shut as if sealing off the world outside.

The sensation was nothing short of euphoric; the numbness that had settled in her limbs was now transformed, coursing with intoxicating emotions rather than the icy fingers of winter. Time seemed to dissolve around them, the vibrant light display that had once captivated them now fading gently, allowing the serene embrace of starlight to reclaim the night sky, casting a magical glow over the two of them.

As they slowly pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Diantha intertwined her fingers with Cynthia’s, their eyes locked in a shared moment of warmth and understanding. “Let’s go inside and get warm,” Diantha suggested her voice a soothing whisper that filled the space between them. A smile blossomed on her lips as Cynthia nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with newfound brightness. At that moment, everything felt right, as if the universe had finally aligned, anchoring them in a shared reality where they belonged together.

#pokemon #fluff #fluffcember 2024 #12 days of christmas #champion diantha #champion cynthia #phaesporiashipping #Cynthia x Diantha #northern lights #love confessions #fanfic #writing #fanfiction

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llycaons · 6 months ago

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🌕🕸 Wei Wuxian birthday fic recs 🎃👻

For Halloween, I wanted to contribute by highlighting some of my favorite fics from the reclist that focus specifically on wwx, that are set during Halloween, or that have a general spooky vibe or monster elements. I picked a lot of feel-good comedies and romances (yes, there's monsterfucking dw), but there are some more difficult ones in here too - he's a character involved in both joy and the grief, after all. ♥🖤

*NIGHT HUNTING* by detention_notes

summary: in a universe otherwise without magic, wwx and lwj start being haunted (around halloween!) by mysterious references to cql canon. some drama but mostly lighthearted references and shenanagins. jc is hilarious in this one, and so is lxc. one of my old faves - spooky, tender, and silly. a perfect halloween read. cql characterizations work issues: none author issues: none

*Tie Your Heartstring Up Tight by athena_crikey

summary: non-cultivation AU where lwj is a wu, something like a shaman who spiritually interacts with nature to provide guidance for his sect and balance to the world. he’s asked by jc to find a missing wwx, so he leaves his isolated little home in gusu to go on a journey with a strangely intelligent black hare he takes as a familiar this work is a real treat. so atmospheric! fantastically evocative descriptions of winter landscapes, wonderfully fun relationship banter and chemistry, a unique and yet authentic and well-researched setting, a satisfying little character arc for lwj as realizes the error of his ways and works to account for his mistakes, a thematically appropriate story for our main characters, smooth writing and a clean, fresh style. somber and grounded and sincere for the most part, just as lwj himself is, with wwx’s bright playfulness and sense of humor bursting through now and then. work issues: ngl this xue yang was literally a homophobic stereotype author issues: omegaverse, forced courtesanship….egg-laying? just thought I’d mention that one but honestly I don’t even mind, uh one where wwx has to provide a dowry. like. ugh, why?

*second person* by theherocomplex

summary: this is one of the most stunning and beautifully written fics I’ve ever read. in one timeline, wwx is grappling with being in mxy’s body, slowly healing and coming to terms with his traumas while traveling solo after leaving CR. in another timeline set some time in the future, a wwx reunited with lwj races to save his life after an assassination attempt both parts of the story interweave with each other; at times aching, at times terrifying, at times introspective. with a wonderful ending after an intensely compelling showdown. the second person pov was so engaging and unusual. cql for most things except wwx being in mxy’s body. I dislike when the post-temple travels are longer than a year, but the characterizations are so good, and the writing is so gorgeous, and the time for healing is needed so clearly that I don’t mind see author notes for warnings. wwx’s new body is written as if it’s a discrete entity from him and they are both talked about as if they have their own desires and goals. there are some allusions to wwx’s suicidal ideation early into his travels, as well as a semi-graphic description of torturing a character to death work issues: none author issues: xicheng, 3zun, dubcon, and sex pollen

*And you must keep your soul/ Like a secret in your throat by athena_crikey

summary: vampire wwx! modern AU where he’s living peacefully in the boonies and cultivator lwj approaches him for help on a case against the wens. fairly good romantic development, and once the author decides to make it rated E, a LOT of sex scenes. great characterization and exploration of trauma, and an utterly devastating take on the canon yunmeng sibling situation. avoids a lot of the more cliched vampire romance tropes - actually quite unpredictable in a lot of ways. satisfying and fun work issues: none that I recall except they made wlj kind of booby a la the donghua and wwx kind of rude about it. yeah we get it you’re gay author issues: omegaverse, forced courtesanship….egg-laying

*The Shape of Your Love (is Horny) by Vamillepudding

summary: demon influencer wwx meets and then tries to romance mortal lwj without knowing much about how humans work, despite having lived on earth for years and watching a lot of demon porn about humans. just really silly and off the wall. they nail lwj being a weirdo and this makes him really compatible with non-human wwx. the way they had instant chemistry and fell right into a relationship was so low-drama and sweet. based on the title you'd think there are weird sex things going on but it's actually rated just T. nhs is great and there's a ton of really funny lan family moments and jc stuff too. work issues: unfortunately the other main couple is jgy/lxc author issues: see above - xiyao

*somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply by perilously

summary: one of the few horror fics I’ve enjoyed. postcanon wwx struggles with his past and some parts of his life in CR, and the gift of a large, creepy mirror exacerbates issues. the quasi-argument between himself and lwj is quite raw and feels well grounded in their characterizations, and the atmosphere is extremely well-crafted work issues: none author issues: none

*hold the fire in your palm by oogenesis

summary: wwx is an infamous demon a la bartimaeus, and lwj is a demon hunter. they’re mistakenly, magically bonded together when wwx is summoned to the human world, and have to figure out how to send him back to the demon realm while keeping his identity a secret. the better lwj gets to know wwx, the more he has to face his assumptions and principles regarding demons. the plot is really interesting and the romance is wonderfully developed. action scenes are a bit shaky but I think the worldbuilding and tantalizing mysteries more than make up for it. another sadly discontinued work, but I think it ends at a nice place anyway. novel characterizations, but not for the bad stuff there’s some discussions of homophobia, so mind the notes work issues: none

*No Charming Smile, No Violet Eyes by mossymossy

summary: granted I've only read the first chapter, but I was a wreck. wwx's emotional journey of dying and then waking up alive again...it's about grief and loss and slowly coming to appreciate being alive despite the pain. *screams* really good emotional writing and incredible cql characterizations. literally just like watching the show. work issues: none author issues: none

ordinary bodies by messier45

summary: a moody and introspective fic where postcanon wwx dwells upon his dissatisfaction and grief involving his new body, and the things he never got to do with his old one. not very warm and fuzzy, but cathartic and very raw and I really liked the way it handled wwx’s body issues. the romance in this was not the main focus, but it was excellent - even though the grief and discontent there was a lot of love and gratitude, which feels more realistic and honest than ‘wwx is married and everything is happy forever!’ trans author! work issues: none author issues: none

*Odd Geometry by maziodyne

summary: sunshot AU where wwx was not adopted by the Jiangs, and is instead a healer in Yunmeng, using his unusual qi powers to treat the community for no fee. elemental magic co-exists with cultivation, resulting in a unique and complex magic system. the lead-up to and entirety of the sunshot campaign - and indeed the entire fic - is extremely well-researched, the characters are on-point, the ocs are super fun, the action scenes are heart-poundingly exciting, the romance is gentle and tender, the pacing clips along, and the relationships are teased out with incredible heart. absolutely a must-read. mixed canons with characterizations leaning towards cql. it's here because it's SPOOKY baby work issues: none! author issues: none! my mutual wrote this and I beta read it!!

an hour of sunshine by astrolesbian

summary: very short work, either canon but I feel cql. modern AU wwx, easing into mental health and listening to his body. attending a silly halloween party, experiencing the love of his friends and and kissing lwj on a balcony. really sweet and low-drama. bit corny but I just like it when things are nice for him! also jc is funny work issues: none author issues: genderbends

your light in the mist by seularen

summary: postcanon, wwx just has a really good day. although not very plot-heavy, I do love the language in this fic, and I think the way jc and wwx are written post-temple is extremely satisfying. novel verse work issues: none author issues: I’ve read a few of their other fics and found them quite good otherwise, but the sex scenes are incredibly weird in the way that novel-faithful fics tends to be (cnc). xiyao as well

*end the rises and the falls* by eeriemedusa

summary: postcanon and married, a still-recovering wwx attempts to use kink unsafely as a coping mechanism for his residual trauma. one of the most nuanced portrayals of a character’s relationship with sex that I’ve ever read. compassionate and loving. novel canon, but it doesn’t matter too much. the atmosphere in this one was built up SO well wwx is triggered during sex - see notes work issues: none author issues: none

*see you yesterday* by glyphic

summary: oh, boy. modern AU with cultivation, and set on halloween - a russian doll-style death timeloop set in new york city following a wwx (believed to be dead) and lwj (studying for his doctorate) a few years after the roughly-canon adjacent events of nightless city. there’s some memory manipulation involved to make wwx and lwj forget each other after the war, but it’s easiest to just read it and see how it all comes together. the novel-inspired worldbuilding is absolutely incredible, and I was also impressed by the more cql-leaning characterizations and the wonderful relationship development. absolutely lovely descriptions of the characters falling in love and finding joy amidst some of the darkest lives I’ve seen them live. this is a very angsty and difficult version of the story and I did have to fight back tears more than once, but it was so worth it. currently unfinished but the last chapter took a year to come out so I’m holding out hope expect everything that happened to the wens, wwx, and mama lan in canon, plus child death. see notes for each chapter’s specific warnings; this is not a lighthearted or easy work work issues: none author issues: none

a bite of a vow, a taste of the truth by occultings (microcomets)

summary: kind of a guilty pleasure tbh because this is schlocky and tropey but modern AU wwx and lwj are cultivators who are assigned a case on the disappearance of all these couples and they have to pretend to be a couple in order to infiltrate and…yeah there’s succubi involved they have to ‘prove’ they’re a couple. so they pretend? but there’s no actual sexual activity forced by situation or under the influence of magic when they do eventually get together I thought it was really sweet. the characterizations are good, there’s fun interpersonal drama/angst, and the ending made me smile a lot. I also liked the exploration of wwx’s backstory and I thought it tied in well with canon. what can I say work issues: several allusions to wwx’s cnc fantasies. the actual sex scene isn’t very appealing imo but nothing terrible author issues: allusions to cnc, genderbends, sex pollen

*Vagabond by xantissa

summary: postcanon, wwx returns from a year of travels to a mysterious illness plaguing the region. he, lwj, and another investigator work to solve it while he and lwj navigate their feelings. I liked the oc a lot - lwj has a friend! I don’t want to give more detail because the mystery is so compelling and the plot twist was a genuine surprise. there were a lot of little details that didn’t make sense, but I loved how sweet wwx was with wen ning, and the romance was so satisfying it’s kind of up to interpretation but there is arguably in-universe homophobia and consent to sex under a false identity also, one lan has romantic feelings for another one, but based on how it’s treated I really don’t think they’re related work issues: PM mountain kiss is talked about and it’s not made a big deal of 🙄 author issues: lxc/lwj is the big one. also nhs/nzh, niyao, xiyao, 3zun, dubcon

empty as the sky by incendir

summary: lwj and wwx investigate a cursed pot, which sends wwx into another reality in which he holds a powerful political position, retained his golden core, and is still in the lives many of his loved ones, some of whom don’t even exist in his old life. his subsequent dissatisfaction pushes him to reflect on his original life and where his true happiness lay. I really like stories where canon wwx interacts with alternate versions of his story, and this is a nice examination of a world that wouldn’t be out of place in a fix-it fic, but with a balanced and thoughtful portrayal of what that would still be lost in that world as a result. there were joys and sorrows in both lifetimes, which imo follows the themes of canon well. cql verse, except wwx is in mxy’s body. lwj isn’t actually there for most of this fic, but their relationship is ever-present work issues: bit of ableism treated poorly? a wheelchair user’s chair is grabbed without his permission in the style of wwx’s boundary-pushing in CR. other than that..wwx is nicer to jc than he would be in canon imo but this is years after the temple showdown and they appear to have reconciled author issues: nhs/nzh, sl/xxc/xy, jl/lsz

#it's still before midnight here!! I'm contributing!!!!#these are all also just really good pics in general. I think #sobbing and crying and ripping off my shirt and going I LOVE YOU WEI WUXIAN!!!!!!!!!#and now I haven't eaten for like 14 hours so I should do that #ficblogging

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misswynters · 9 months ago

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FROSTFANG

Winter’s Claw

Mentioned: The Boy who claimed a dragon

Appearance

Frostfang is a majestic dragon with a stunning appearance that reflects its northern heritage. Its scales are a brilliant, pure snow white, giving it a ghostly, ethereal quality that stands out against the icy landscapes of the North. The dragon’s eyes are a deep, piercing blue, reminiscent of the winter sky. Its wings, vast and imposing, are edged with shimmering frost that catches the light with an almost magical glow. Frostfang’s breath is a chilling mist that freezes anything it touches, adding to its fearsome reputation.

Size

Frostfang is medium sized, and not so battle hardened. Its imposing presence and the icy aura it exudes make it a formidable creature in its own right.

History

Frostfang has a storied history that reflects its importance to House Stark. The dragon was bonded with Daenys Targaryen, the reader’s mother, a dragonrider of notable skill and bravery. Daenys rode Frostfang during her time in the North alongside her husband Luceon Arryn, using the dragon’s icy breath and strength to defend the lands and support the Stark family. The bond between Daenys and Frostfang was one of mutual respect and understanding, and the dragon played a crucial role in many pivotal moments in the history of House Stark and House Arryn.

banner by: @cafekitsune, gif: pinterest

inspiration from: @witchthewriter

taglist: @benjicotblckwood @spn-obession

#house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #house targaryen #the northern chronicles #frostfang #house stark #dragon oc

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argisthebulwark · 1 year ago

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Happy week one of @tescheer everyone!✨ This is fairly short since I'm still recovering from Nano, but I decided to write a little snippet with the first week's prompts Cloak and Snow :)

Starlight twinkled across the night sky, interrupted only by the white flakes as they drifted lazily toward the ground. The well worn footpath was long lost under gathering snowbanks. The Dragonborn's hands raised toward the heavens, fingertips growing numb after a long trek. Their mouth opened but found there were no words that could capture nature's beauty; snowflakes whirled in all directions and fell to blanket the silent plains of Whiterun. Trees bowed and swayed as snow gathered upon their branches, beasts silent and hiding from the late winter chill. They puffed out a cloudy breath and grinned up at the colors dancing over the horizon. For one brief moment they felt entirely alone in the universe. "You'll catch your death out here."

Vilkas grumbled from nearby, arms surely folded over his chest. They ignored his tone - he meant no harm. Turning to chastise him for ruining the moment they paused, taken aback by the sight. Vilkas' dark hair collected flecks of snow, soft brown eyes sweeping across the landscape. Chilly winds had left his lips pink and gloved hands tightened the fur lined cloak around his shoulders. Against a backdrop of pure white he stood prominent, a shadow contrasting the dreamy background. A gentle breeze stole away the fog of his breath and whipped hair out of his face, causing the Dragonborn's heart to thump against their ribs. He was beautiful. Bundled into his layers and brows furrowed, Vilkas looked stunning even as he stood ankle deep in snow. Despite all his grumping he'd insisted on accompanying them on their walk. Throughout his endless stream of snarky comments Vilkas had tied a scarf around their neck before tiptoeing out of Jorrvaskr. The Dragonborn stared at this man who seemed to care so deeply despite his endless protests and felt something swell deep in their chest. "What?" He barked, cheeks bright when his glare cut over to them. His gaze softened and the Dragonborn felt a thread between their hearts snap into place, a string tightening and drawing them closer. Snow crunched underfoot as they stomped to stand before Vilkas, unsure what they intended to say. "You're pretty." The Dragonborn watched a flash of color raise in his face, those brown eyes panning over the white hills once more. Vilkas cleared his throat as he pointedly avoided meeting their gaze but he did not move away. The Dragonborn's muscles tensed, awaiting whatever killing blow he intended to deal - his words were always especially cutting. They were stunned when he remained silent, gloved hands raising to the clasp of his cloak. In one quick flourish, fur and soft cloth was wrapped around their body. Vilkas focused intently as he pinned it in place around their throat, the supple leather of his gloves brushing against their jaw. The Dragonborn didn't speak as he worked, though something about the way their mingling breath formed a small cloud between them captured their heart. Snowflakes continued to gather in the gentle waves of his hair, one catching on his long lashes before he stepped back. "I told you to wear a coat." He chided, though the annoyance in his voice felt empty. Swathed in fur warmed by his body the Dragonborn couldn't help but feel cared for, his cloak wrapped neatly over their half buckled armor. It radiated the smells of home - smoke from the crackling fire in Jorrvaskr's main hall and a hint of juniper berries. The Dragonborn tucked their arms into Vilkas' cloak and, feeling just a tad daring, grasped blindly for his hand. He grumbled but accepted it, eventually allowing an arm around his middle as their legs grew tired. The Dragonborn didn't keep track of how long they remained out there, standing on one of the many hills surrounding Whiterun's outer walls. A fallen guard tower jutted up through the blanket of snow coating the plains and constellations danced overhead, watery moonlight playing across the land. It felt so simple to simply exist with him, allowing snow to gather around their boots and melt into their hair. The two returned to Jorrvaskr when the first rays of sunlight peeked across the horizon, painting the snowy lands in all shades of pink and yellow. Soon, children would begin waking and dragging their parents into the streets. Creatures would emerge from their cover in search of food and the stars would melt into the sky. Life would march on as it always had. Each year when the snow began to fall, the Dragonborn could not help but fondly recall that night spent gazing into the heavens with Vilkas. He was not a man of flowery words but had proven that he would always be there to chase away the cold.

#writing #skyrim #vilkas #vilkas x ldb #tescheer2023 #week one: cloak #week one: snow

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cooltrails · 20 days ago

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Ultimate Guide to Trekking in Nepal for Adventure Lovers (2025)

Introduction to Trekking in Nepal

Nestled in the heart of the Himalayas, Nepal is a paradise for adventure lovers. With its towering peaks, lush valleys, and rich cultural heritage, trekking in Nepal offers an experience like no other. Whether you’re a seasoned trekker or someone looking to dip your toes into the world of hiking, this country has something magical waiting for you.

Imagine standing at the base of Mount Everest—feeling both small and mighty as you gaze up at the world’s highest peak. Picture winding through ancient villages where time seems to stand still while locals go about their daily lives. The trails here are not just paths; they lead you through history, spirituality, and breathtaking natural beauty.

But when should you embark on this journey? What are the best treks in Nepal that will leave lasting memories? And how can you prepare yourself for such an adventure? This ultimate guide will answer all these questions and more so that your Himalayan trekking experience is unforgettable!

Best Time to Visit and Trek in Nepal

The best time for trekking in Nepal is during the spring (March to May) and fall (September to November). These seasons offer clear skies, mild temperatures, and stunning views of the majestic Himalayas.

Spring brings vibrant blooms across the trails. The weather is generally pleasant, making it ideal for both seasoned trekkers and beginners. You can immerse yourself in nature’s beauty while enjoying moderate temperatures.

Fall presents another excellent opportunity. The post-monsoon clarity allows breathtaking panoramas of snow-capped peaks. Trekking enthusiasts flock to popular routes like Everest Base Camp and Annapurna Circuit during this period.

Monsoon season from June to August should be avoided if possible. Heavy rainfall makes trails slippery and can lead to landslides. Winter trekking is challenging due to extreme cold, but some adventurous souls embrace it for solitude amidst snow-covered landscapes.

Popular Treks in Nepal

Nepal is a treasure trove of trekking adventures, catering to all levels of experience. Among the best treks in Nepal, the Annapurna Circuit stands out for its stunning mountain views and diverse landscapes. This trek offers a unique blend of lush valleys and high-altitude vistas.

The Everest Base Camp trek remains iconic, drawing thousands each year. It leads trekkers through picturesque villages and alongside the mighty Khumbu Glacier. The sense of achievement upon reaching base camp is unmatched.

For those seeking solitude, the Langtang Valley Trek provides breathtaking scenery away from bustling trails. Here, you’ll encounter ancient Tibetan culture amidst magnificent peaks.

Shorter options like Ghorepani Poon Hill Trek are perfect for beginners or those short on time yet looking for panoramic sunrise views over the Himalayas. Each trail showcases different facets of Nepal’s natural beauty and rich cultural heritage, making them unforgettable experiences.

Preparing for Your Trek: Physical and Mental Fitness, Packing List

Preparing for your trek in Nepal involves both physical and mental fitness. Start training several weeks before your journey. Activities like hiking, jogging, cycling, or swimming can build endurance. Focus on strengthening your legs and core to handle the varying terrain.

Mental resilience is just as important. Trekking can be challenging, both physically and emotionally. Practice mindfulness techniques to help manage stress during long hikes.

Creating a comprehensive packing list ensures you have everything you need without overloading yourself. Essential items include breathable clothing, sturdy hiking boots, a reliable water bottle, and a durable backpack. Don’t forget trekking poles; they can significantly ease the strain on your joints.

Include first-aid supplies for minor injuries along with sunscreen and insect repellent to protect against harsh conditions. A good camera will help capture stunning landscapes—the memories are worth it! Stay organized to make your adventure smoother from start to finish.

Permits and Expenses for Trekking in Nepal

Trekking in Nepal isn’t just about stunning vistas; it’s also about understanding the logistics. Before you embark on your adventure, securing the right permits is essential. Most trails require at least two types: the TIMS (Trekkers’ Information Management System) card and area-specific permits like those for the Annapurna or Everest regions.

Costs can vary widely based on your chosen trek and personal preferences. Budget trekkers might spend around $30 to $50 a day, covering meals, accommodation, and guides. Meanwhile, trekking with a more luxurious touch could skyrocket expenses to over $100 daily.

Don’t forget additional costs such as travel insurance, gear rental if needed, and entrance fees for national parks. It's wise to plan ahead so you're financially prepared for an unforgettable experience among the majestic Himalayas.

Safety Tips for Trekking in Nepal

Trekking in Nepal offers breathtaking views, but safety should always come first. Start by acclimatizing properly to avoid altitude sickness. Ascend gradually and listen to your body.

Stay hydrated throughout your trek. Carry enough water and consider using purification tablets if necessary. Dehydration can impact your energy levels quickly.

Navigating the trails requires awareness of changing weather conditions. Always check forecasts before heading out, as storms can arise unexpectedly in the Himalayas.

It's wise to travel with a reliable guide or as part of an organized group. Local guides know the terrain well and can provide support during emergencies.

Ensure you have comprehensive travel insurance that covers trekking activities. This provides peace of mind against unforeseen events like injuries or cancellations while exploring these stunning landscapes.

Cultural Experience and Local Communities Along the Trails

Trekking in Nepal is not just about conquering heights; it’s a journey into the heart of vibrant cultures. Along the trails, you'll encounter diverse ethnic groups, each with unique traditions and lifestyles.

As you pass through quaint villages, local communities greet trekkers with warm smiles and traditional hospitality. Engaging with locals offers insights into their daily lives, from farming to crafting intricate handicrafts.

Don’t miss the opportunity to savor authentic Nepali cuisine prepared by families eager to share their culinary heritage. Dishes like dal bhat and momo are not only delicious but also tell stories of the land.

Participating in festivals or rituals can be a transformative experience. You'll witness colorful celebrations that reflect age-old customs and beliefs that thrive amidst nature’s grandeur.

Connecting with these communities enriches your trekking adventure immensely. It fosters respect for different ways of life while creating lasting memories along your path through the Himalayas.

Accommodation Options During Treks

When trekking in Nepal, accommodation options vary widely depending on the trail and region. Tea houses are the most popular choice for trekkers, providing a cozy bed and meals. These basic lodges offer a chance to connect with fellow adventurers.

For those seeking more comfort, some treks feature eco-lodges or boutique hotels that blend local charm with modern amenities. These can provide a refreshing respite after long days on the trails.

Camping is another exciting option for Himalayan trekking enthusiasts. Setting up camp under starlit skies adds an adventurous flair to your experience. Just make sure you have proper gear if you choose this route.

Many trekkers appreciate homestays as well, which allow for deeper cultural immersion. Staying with local families enhances your understanding of their traditions while enjoying authentic Nepali hospitality during your journey through these stunning landscapes.

Responsible Tourism: How to Minimize Your Environmental Impact

Responsible tourism is essential for preserving the stunning landscapes of Nepal. As you embark on your trekking adventure, consider leaving no trace. This means taking all your trash with you, including food wrappers and biodegradable waste.

Stay on designated trails to protect delicate ecosystems. Straying off path can lead to soil erosion and harm local flora.

Using refillable water bottles helps cut down plastic waste. Water purification tablets or filters can keep you hydrated without contributing to pollution.

Support local communities by purchasing handmade goods instead of mass-produced items. This not only enriches their culture but also provides them with sustainable income.

Engaging respectfully with locals promotes cultural exchange while ensuring that traditions are honored rather than exploited. Always ask permission before taking photos, as this simple act shows respect for their privacy and heritage.

By being mindful during your trek, you contribute positively to both nature and the people who call these beautiful mountains home.

Conclusion

Trekking in Nepal offers an unparalleled adventure for those seeking the thrill of nature’s beauty and cultural richness. Each path leads you through breathtaking landscapes, from lush valleys to towering peaks. As you embark on your journey, remember that preparation is key—both physically and mentally.

The best time for trekking in Nepal varies depending on the trek, but generally, spring and autumn provide optimal conditions. Familiarize yourself with popular treks like Everest Base Camp or Annapurna Circuit to find what suits your interests best.

Equipping yourself with the right gear can make all the difference during your expedition. And don’t forget about permits and expenses; understanding these helps avoid surprises along the way. Prioritize safety by following local guidelines and staying aware of weather changes.

Engaging with local communities enriches your experience, allowing you to appreciate diverse cultures while supporting their livelihoods responsibly. With various accommodation options available—from tea houses to lodges—you can choose what fits your style without compromising comfort.

Practicing responsible tourism ensures that these stunning trails remain unspoiled for future adventurers. Your choices matter; every step contributes toward preserving this beautiful environment.

Embrace each moment of your Nepali trek—the challenge, the scenery, and the connections made along the way create memories that last a lifetime. Prepare well and let Nepal's majestic mountains inspire you!

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