#the secret of moonacre fanfic

[lala200419]

Finally posted, it’s 2 chapters out now while I’m writing more. Please go read and let me know what you think!!🌸

[immergladsss]

I just finished Dead Boy Detectives and I can't stop thinking of an AU with the Secret of Moonacre where Robin is modeled after Charles and Maria is gender swapped (Marion? Marius? Marcus? Idk) and modeled after Edwin.

I think it would be so cute!

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: In His Pocket by sdl64533

Title: In His Pocket Author: sdl64533 Canon: The Secret of Moonacre Pairing: Maria Merryweather/Robin de Noir Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 5,092 Summary: Set after the end of the film The Secret of Moonacre in filmverse: Robin carries more than just

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[clownbutlerdotcom]

Tumblr is where all the old and dying fandoms go to live.

[a-winters-child]

So I wanted to use the small window of time I have over the bank holiday to work on the next chapter of Of Conspiracy and Convenience, but have instead worked on the epilogue of Summer's Heat? I mean, not quite what I intended but I promised myself I would do some writing...

[starwrittenfates]

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ALIAS / NAME: Serenity

BIRTHDAY: May 27th

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini (Chinese zodiac is the Rat)

HEIGHT: 5'4"

HOBBIES: Writing fanfiction (and obviously rping on here), Cosplaying, Reading, acting in indie films or fan films, photography, photoshop, going to conventions

FAVOURITE COLOUR: It varies depending on my mood (but I usually love blue, purple and green.)

FAVOURITE BOOKS: Harry Potter (in Snape voice: obviously), Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine , The Goddess of Nothing At All by Cat Rector, Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, Sherwood by Meagan Spooner, Doctor Who: Divided Loyalties by Gary Russell just to name a few off the top of my head. I know there's plenty more. I'm like so behind on all my reading.... *cries*

LAST FILM / TV SHOW: Once Upon a Time (TV), The Secrets of Moonacre (Film) and Pixel Perfect (Film).

RECENT READS: I'm still currently on my readthrough of the Harry Potter books with Prisoner of Azkaban. It takes me awhile to get through reading books because of my cervical radiculopathy, but to make up for it I'm also reading a Snily fanfic called Sympathetic Magic and it's SOOOO GOOD!

INSPIRATION: Music, Sunlight, Friends, and also just giving all the obscure or underappreciated characters that authors didn't give love or development to the things they need. I love worldbuilding, character building and understanding what makes a character tic.

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[beanfics]

Here we go, folks!

The long-awaited Secret of Moonacre fic I wanted to write is finally getting jotted down on paper! Can't wait to add more to this amazing community.

[it-will-choke-on-me]

Mixing Johnny Depp and Ben Barnes makes the ✨ I D E A L ✨ head canon Robin De Noir.

It’s just *chef’s kiss*

Not even that crazy far off from normal Robin, just hotter.

Now let’s put the two together!

[tvshowfanfics12]

Secret of Moonacre

Loveday and Uncle Ben’s Wedding 

It was just like any normal day. No that’s a lie. Today was my uncle Benjamin and Loveday’s wedding. Uncle had allowed me and Loveday to plan all the decorations, and so after weeks of toile, it was finally perfect. 

Loveday was getting her dress on with the help of Miss Heliotrope. Loveday and I had man the dress from fine white silk that we were given by the De Noir. It was stunning and absolutely breathtaking. I was ascending the staircase when I ran into my uncle and Robin. My uncle had chosen him to be his best man, while Loveday chose me to be her maid of honor. 

“Good morning, Uncle.” I nod to him. “Robin.” I blush when our eyes meet. 

“Good morning, Meria. How is everything this morning.” I knew that he was asking about how Loveday was doing. 

“Everything is going as planned, and Loveday is preparing now.” I comfort my uncle. “I have one more detail I must attend to and then I, myself, will be getting ready.” 

“Anything you might need help with?” Robin said, making me turn to him with a small smile. 

“I could use you, if you are not ready.” I lie. I don’t really need his help, but I wouldn’t mind the company myself. 

“Then you two get going. Meria, please hurry to get ready.” My uncle nodded and then left. 

“Follow me.” I instruct Robin. He does as he is told and walks beside me down the hall. I steal glances from him every once and a while and when we make eye contact I look away with a blush. When we finally reach outside in the flower garden, I stop to pick up a few of the leaves that have fallen from the trees above. 

“What did you need my help with?” Robin asks, leaning against a huge potted plant. 

“Well I have to set the last few tables, and it would go quicker with two people.” I walk over to a table and start to unfold one of the table cloths. Robin comes over and takes a side of the table cloth and we place it on the table. I make sure it is flattened out then I inspect the work. 

“It’s just a table.” Robin comes up behind me and whispers in my ear. “Why are you starting as if it was a jewel?” 

“I want to make sure everything is perfect.” I turn to face Robin. Our lips are so close to each other that I can’t help but look at his lips so close to mine. 

“Sure.” He said, moving closer to me. I can feel his breath on my face. 

“Excuse me, Meria, you are needed by Miss Loveday.” Digweed comes out, interrupting the moment. I jump back and try to hide how red my face is. 

“Yes.” I say in a meek voice, turning to the other table I have left to do. I quickly undo the table cloth and lay it down. 

“What’s the rush?” Robin stands opposite of me, with a table between us. 

“I have to help Loveday and finish the table.” I smooth out the bumps in the table. 

“Let me take care of this table, and you go and see what my sister would want?” He comes closer to me with an evil smirk. It almost melts my heart. “I promise to make it look your level of perfection.” He places a hand on his heart as if a promise. 

I smile and agree. “Fine.” I start to walk away, but then I turn back to him. “Thank you.” 

“Just remember to save a dance for me.” He gives me a genuine smile that completely undos me. I turn back with a smile and walk up to find Loveday. 

*****

“Loveday, is everything alright?” I ask through the doors. She is getting ready in my bedroom because there is no way for her to see Benjamin when she is up there. They decided to have her dress be a surprise to him. 

“Meria, thank goodness!” She opened the door and pulled me into the room. “You need to help me, my dress has a rip in the back!” 

I walk over to inspect her dress and sure enough there is about a 13 inch rip along the side of her leg. I come over and see that there is nothing terribly wrong, and I start to hold it together to come up with ideas. I instruct Loveday to pass me the needle and thread and then I start to stitch. My mother believed that I always needed to learn how to stitch, so I guess all that practice came in handy. It was about 10 minutes before everything was all said and done, but when I stepped back to inspect my work, it was perfect. 

“How does that look?” I asked Loveday. 

“You are an angel, this looks perfect!” Loveday hugged me. 

I hugged her back and then realised I was not yet ready for the wedding. I rushed over to my outfit and started getting ready. Loveday helped to tie up my corset and then after a few minutes of wrestling with the dress some, it was finally on. 

“Loveday, will you help me with my makeup?” Of course Loveday is excited to help me, and she grabs a chair and sits across from me. She begins working on my eyes. She always tells me that I have the brightest eyes, and that all I need is something to draw attention to them. 

When Loveday is all said and done, she hands me a mirror and the moment I look at myself I am speechless. I have never felt so beautiful in my entire life than I do right now. 

“Oh, Loveday!” I hug her. “Thank you.” 

“Oh you have done most of the work, I was just simply showing off your qualities.” She hugged me back. “I hate to interrupt this moment, but the wedding is today.” 

We stand up and do a once over each other to make sure everything is perfect. I hand her her flowers, and then I take her hand in mine and we walk down to the common room together. 

Miss Heliotrope comes down and tells us how beautiful we all look. Then she tells us that all the guests have been seated and the groom is waiting. 

“Are you ready?” I look to Loveday. 

“I am finally ready.” She smiles at me, then blushes. 

I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. Her father comes forward and takes Loveday’s hand out of my own. I nod to him and then stand in the front. I look back at Loveday to see her eyes sparkle with joy. She was in love with Uncle Benjamin, and I just knew they were going to make each other happy. 

I turn back and nod to Digweed to open the doors. The doors slowly swing open and you can hear the stone moving against the ground. The music starts to play and I begin my walk down the aisle. I look at my uncle and see his shining face. His eyes meet mine and he nods, then he turns to look at his bride behind me. 

I could wish them nothing more than happiness for all their days. Once their pride was out of the way, they were truly able to love each other with no obstacles. They were going to love each other for the rest of their lives and it was just heartwarming to think about. 

Then my eyes caught Robin’s. I smiled at him and he looked me up and down with a sly smile. I blush and look away for a second, but when I look back his eyes are on me. When I reach him, he leans over and whispers “You look wonderful.” That only makes me blush more. 

I go and stand on the opposite side and watch as Loveday’s father gives her away. Coeur De Noir whispers something in Loveday’s ear and then she kisses his cheek. 

*****

“Do you take Loveday De Noir to be your wife until death do you part?” The preacher asked. 

“I do.” Benjamin answered. 

“And do you take Benjamin Merryweather to be your husband until death do you part?” The preacher looked at Loveday. 

“I do.” 

“I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss one another.” The preacher stood back. 

A tear ran down my cheek as I clapped for the newly weds. I would now have an Aunt Loveday. I felt someone move beside me when I went to wipe a tear. “Are you alright?” 

I look up to see Robin standing beside me. I laugh and turn to him. “I am fine.” 

“You're crying.” He points to my face. 

“I wiped the last tear. “I am happy. These are happy tears.” 

“Are you sure.” He leaned into me. 

“I am sure.” I push him back playfully. 

He offers me his arm and I take it. We walk over to the tables where all the guests are getting seated. The music starts to play as we reach our seats. Robin pulls out a chair for me, and when he is seated beside me, Loveday and Uncle start to dance. 

I watch as they walts around the dance floor. When I feel a hand on mine, I look to Robin. He is smiling at me and I can’t help but smile back at him. When the dance is over I finally look away to clap, but I can feel Robin’s eyes still on me. 

After a few toasts and the meal being served, it is finally time to eat. I hadn’t noticed how hungry I was until I smelled the delicious food. When my plate was set before me, I couldn't help but smile at it. 

“Find something good on your plate?” Uncle Benjamin laughed. 

“I guess I forgot to eat this morning.” I smiled back. 

Loveday smiled at me, and I smiled back at her. This morning we were going to cook ourselves food, but after a small fire and getting kicked out of the kitchen, we never got breakfast. 

“Well, eat.” Robin pushed my plate towards me. 

I laugh and then stick my tongue out of my mouth. 

“Hey you two, behave.” Loveday jokes at us. 

*****

“Will you dance?” I heard someone ask from behind me. 

“Sorry, this one is busy. Move along.” Robin stepped between me and this new man. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled and walked away. 

“Why did you do that. That poor man.” I stepped in front of Robin so he would look at me. 

“I don’t want anyone else to dance with you.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor. “Only me.” 

I laugh but let him take the lead. I have danced before, but I really just follow. We dance slow and it feels like it is just the two of us in this whole world. I can feel his heartbeat as I rest my head on his chest. At first he is tense, but then he relaxes. 

“You are a wonderful dancer.” He whispers to me in a golden tone. 

“I am just following your lead.” I look up at him. 

He smiles at me, then I rest my head back on his chest. He is warm and comforting. I love the feeling he gives me. I feel safe and invisible, yet warm. 

We dance another 3 or more songs. I lost track of time, but soon even my feet were starting to hurt. We took a break and Robin offered to get us something to drink. 

“So, you and my little brother?” Loveday sat beside me. 

“Oh!” I jumped back, not knowing she was there. “You scared me.” 

“I am sorry, but I just had to know… are you in love… with a certain De Noir?” She nudged my arm. 

“I… I might be falling for him.” I admit to her. It felt so nice to finally say something to someone. 

She clapped her hands together. “I am so glad. From the moment I saw you two together, I knew there was going to be a story.” She hugged me. 

“What do you mean?” I said, being smushed. 

“When he came to your defence, knowing you had the moonstones in your hand, well I knew that it was love. He defended you and didn’t take what all his life he was taught was his.” She let go of me to look me in the eye. “You two are meant to be.” 

She stated it as if it was written in the stars or something. I blush at thinking about Robin and I working together to get the moonstones. We didn’t start out as the best of friends, but now I trust him with my life. 

“Sister, congratulations.” Robin walked over and handed me a glass. I nodded a thanks to him. “How are you enjoying your wedding party?” 

“I am very much happy. I am so glad to see you and father travel so far for this.” She stood and hugged him. “I really have missed you.”

“I have missed you too.” Robin hugged her back. 

When their hug ended Robin made his way to standing behind my chair with one hand on my shoulder. Loveday sat down and looked at his hand. 

“I am so happy that everyone is having a nice time. Didn’t I see you two dancing awhile ago?” She gave me a mischievous smile. 

“We were.” Robin answered, clueless to his sister’s look. 

“How are we?” Uncle Benjamin came over. He kissed his new bride on the cheek and then smiled at me and Robin. 

“Are you enjoying everything, Uncle?” I asked, ready to stand up. 

“I am. I just happened to notice that all my favorite people are in one area.” He came over and kissed my forehead. “How are you, Meria?” 

“I am quite well, uncle.” I smiled at him. “I was just taking a rest after dancing for so long.” 

“And you, Robin. How is everything?” Uncle turned to Robin. 

“It is quite a wonderful party.” Robin said, as polite as he could muster. I knew that this wasn’t Robin’s scene, but it meant so much to share this day with him. 

“I am glad.” Uncle turned to his new wife. “Dear, I think it might be time to say goodbye to our guests.” 

“Of course.” Loveday stood up and waved at us. “I want to hear more later.” She said when she hugged me. 

After Uncle and her left, Robin turned to me. “What was all that about?” 

“Nothing. How about we dance one more song before the party ends?” I grab his hand. He lets me take it and I lead him to the dance floor. 

A slow song starts and the lights dim so they are just on the dance floor. I lean my head on Robin again, and he holds me to him. Though it is a slow song, it feels as if no time is passing at all. 

Robin puts one hand on my back, and soon the other one. We are basically in one hug now, swaying on the dance floor. I felt happy and safe, and I never wanted this song to end. 

“What a beautiful night.” Robin says in my ear. 

“Yes.” I look into his eyes. “It is.”

He leans in and plants his lips on my own. The world dissolves around me, and sparks fill my vision. A smile started taking over my lips, and soon Robin pulled away with a smile of his own. 

“I must say goodnight, Meria.” Robin looked towards the doors. “But I will be back… That is a promise.”

He kissed my hand, making me blush, and then he left. I waved at him when he turned to look at me, and he smiled in return. 

[immergladsss]

Nearly 3 years later... A Chapter!

For the longest time I've toyed with a Secret of Moonacre AU set in The Mummy. Where Robin De Noir is the ruffian that Maria Merryweather saves from hanging, and they embark on a mission to get those pearls. Considering that I'm still writing a longfic, it'll probably be a while before I write it, but until then, I decided to have some fun and blend our protagonists together:

PS: is it just me, or does this "Robin" look very familiar??? Like perhaps another celebrity? I can't quite put my finger on it...

[bedofthistles]

Lion De Noir

The Secret of Moonacre / Merrynoir

Black as night, and quiet as death, the De Noir clan lived perfectly content. Perhaps the villain in many a tale, and never the hero, Robin De Noir learned to accept his fate as black hearted. And while he failed to meet his father's expectation's many times over, he knew his betrayal would have him banished for evermore.

From that moment on, he was no longer the Coeur De Noir’s fool of a son, but the Lionhearted Guardian of the Moon Princess. Who, at the 5000th Moon, broke the curse over the valley, reunited the two families, and ushered in a new era of magic.

However, the tales of Moonacre never end and a new page is turned; boys grow into men, hardened hearts soften, and all will learn of a rising calamity that comes with the dawn. There cannot be light without dark, love without hate, good without evil; balance and harmony must be maintained.

May the Moon shine as bright as the night is dark, and may the Sun continuously bathe her in his warm glow; thus begins the next chapter of The Ancient Chronicles of Moonacre Valley.

Part One: Red

Passion of passions

Of pride, devotion and love.

Of the strength that resides in all of men’s spirits

Of the lion’s eye and beating heart;

Red to represent life.

Devotion | Life | Family

Part Two: Black

Mystery of mysteries

Of power, authority and prestige.

Of the evil that resides in all men’s minds.

Of the moonless night and graveyard dirt;

Black to represent death.

Darkness | Death | Power

Part Three: White

Purity of purities

Of perfection, balance and innocence.

Of the light that resides in all men’s hearts.

The perfect moon and her sea pearls;

White to represent hope.

Moonlight | Hope | Purity

Part Four: Lionheart

De fierté, de puissance, et de perfection

De ceux ordonnés garder la vallée

Les mal famés et Cœur de lion

Le Clan De Noir

Spirit | Mind | Heart I | Heart II | Epilogue

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Kisses in the Thicket by kaonnette

Title: Kisses in the Thicket Author: kaonnette Canon: The Secret of Moonacre Pairing: Maria Merryweather/Robin de Noir Rating: General [G] Word Count: 1,749 Summary: ❝A chuckle echoed from within the trees. “Come out, come out, wherever you are, Princess,” Robin’s detached

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[stardustmorozov]

Half In Shadow Half In Moonlight Part 2: The Morozova Residence

Masterlist Chapter 1: The Road To Moonacre | Next

Summary: After his father gets killed in the Ravkan Civil war, Aleksander is forced to go live with his mother in the country side, where he discovers more about his past and an old family feud that is going to destroy the valley if he doesn’t find a solution...

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Ignis 'Iggy' Redwood Warnings: Aleksander is still grieving, likely will continue to do so for the next couple of chapters Word count: 2989

Taglist: @agirllovespancakes @ramadiiiisme @miraclegrisha @blanchedelioncourt @salfira-xd

The night had fallen over the valley by the time they reached the Morozova estate, both men were exhausted as they practically fell out of the carriage, finding just enough strength in their legs to support themselves, dragging what little baggage they had from the roof and made their way to the door, where Aleksander could make out a human figure in the doorway and he figured it was his mother, from what little his father had told him about her, she had the same flair for dramatics as him.

"How was your journey?" the woman asked when they were close enough to properly see her in the dim light of the house behind her.

"Long." answered Ivan, "but good."

Both men shared a look and Aleksander nodded in confirmation, deciding to say nothing of the attempted kidnapping as she motioned them to come inside.

In the salon burned a fire in the fireplace, which seemed to be the light they had seen from the doorway and a giant white dog in front of it, which perked up when it noticed the newcomers and growled deeply, its red eyes making the animal even more intimidating as both Ivan and Aleksander took a small step back at the sight of it.

"Don't worry, you are a Morozova. He won't hurt you," she said without looking back at them as she made her way to the adjacent hallway and they quickly followed, not feeling the need to stay in the same room with the dog for longer than necessary, as it was clear to the both of them that she had only spoken to Aleksander.

The hallway was long and the shadows seemed a sinister thing to the both of them as they followed the old woman, who, despite her confinements to a cane, kept quite the pace, seemingly not at all affected by the gaping darkness.

"Mister Kaminsky, your room is over there," she said as she stopped, pointing her cane into the night covered hallway, before she turned back to Aleksander. "Sasha, your room is over here."

It took Aleksander a second to realise she was addressing him and instantly, his thoughts were back in Os Alta, in the warm summer where he played outside with his father. He'd never called him Sasha. It was always Aleks, Al or his full name if he was in trouble, but never Sasha. He wondered why.

His mother led him up a small spiral stairway before stopping at a door half his size. The little foreroom smelled dusty, but he was too tired to think much of it.

"Here you go, I'll see you in the morning."

Her words weren't friendly, but they weren't entirely cold either and Aleksander was too tired to argue her tone like he would have if they'd arrived late in the afternoon, so he simply waited until she'd descended the stairs again before he let out a weary sigh.

At worst she'd given him a closet to sleep in, but despite all his father had told him about her -which wasn't much- she didn't seem like the person to let her own son sleep in that kind of environment.

The door of the room opened smoothly and to his surprise, it led to a spacious bedroom.

The ceiling was decorated with stars that reflected the night sky and the walls were richly decorated with lush forests, grasslands and animals he recognised as living amplifiers. Some of them dead, some of them alive, others mythical, speculated to even exist.

Against one of the walls there was a bed he was sure he could easily fit himself on at least three times and at its end there was a fainting couch, made of darkened oak and grey velvet fabric.

Without much thought for the rest of the room, he put his suitcase on the couch and popped the locks open.

And there was the book again, silently staring at him. Daring to be touched again.

The worn leather felt strange under his fingers now that he wasn't overcome by grief or anger. Instead, he felt a sense of -what was it?- sadness? Longing or belonging? Whatever it was, he couldn't give it a name as he sat down on the edge of the bed with it.

The first pages of the book were blank, like most of the books he lended from the library back home.

The third page was the one that yielded its first real text and Aleksander could recognize the handwriting of his father anywhere.

For my son, if I don't live to teach him everything he has to know from these pages. The words stung like a dagger in his chest and he could feel tears well up in his eyes as his vision got blurry, but he was quick to wipe the tears away as he turned to the next page where he was surprised to find a photo of both his father and his mother together.

His father was putting a kiss on his mother's temple as she smiled widely, her then black hair tied in an intricate braid and she looked to be leaning into it. Fully enjoying the moment.

They looked happy and for a few long moments, Aleksander felt jealous that he never knew them like that. That they never shared that happiness when he had been in the world. That he'd never have a childhood where both his parents had been present. And happy.

He quickly flipped the page where he found the first technique to summon the shadows and the small note his father made next to it tugged on his heartstrings.

The next two techniques had the same little notes next to them. Inked words telling him he had mastered it, his father silently telling him how proud he was and as he reads on, he sinks further and further into his own thoughts.

"Papa, papa! Look!" Aleksander ran over the grass in the backyard as fast as his legs could carry him, careful not to trip and make the small puff of black smoke in his hands disappear.

"What is it Al?" his father's voice was warm and friendly as he knelt down in front of his son, amused by his enthusiasm.

"Look!" he said excitedly as he pushed the small puff up to the man in front of him.

"Well well, my little boy can summon the shadows now huh?" he'd said as he ruffled Aleksander's hair, making both of them laugh.

"Will you help me?" he'd asked, still full of wonder.

As he read on, the memories changed from the time he spent with his father to how hard he'd worked to master the tricks and abilities described on the pages, but as he kept on turning the pages, fewer and fewer techniques had his fathers notes next to them.

Some of them he had mastered, but some were entirely new to him.

He realised it was because he went to the frontlines as Aleksander remembered practicing one of them alone in the empty house, feeling frustrated and angry when he couldn't get it right and the loneliness of not having someone to calm him, to tell him he was making progress and that he would get there eventually.

Of course Ivan had been there, but it was not the same.

They'd written each other over the months that he had been at the front, hiding the gambling from the paper, though his drinking habits had sometimes shined through. He'd told his father off a in a couple of letters, but it seemed to have had little use.

Tears welled up again as he turned the pages, both reminiscing old memories and feeling the guilt of never having been able to practice all that was written on the pages with him.

His fingers trembled every so slightly as he turned each page, from the rage against the war that took his father's life, from the emptiness he felt in his absence.

Then the book suddenly ended, the last few pages ripped out, like his father had been ripped from his life. It felt poetic and heavily ironic at the same time and he couldn't help the sinking feeling that set in. The feeling that he wanted to fall back into the sheets under him and disappear in them, never to return.

He decided it best to put the book away and get some sleep, not that he thought he would get much of it. Ever since his father left he'd had trouble sleeping, and he doubted this night would be any different, but he'd resigned himself to it as he put the book back in his suitcase and got his nightwear out of it.

A star fell from the ceiling and as his eyes followed it, he was surprised to see its timing line exactly to a star he could see falling from his bedroom window.

Funny, he thought to himself, though he doubted that it would happen again as he got under the covers and sleep took him quickly.

There was a soft seabreeze tickling his skin, the cold, wet stone of a cliff underneath his feet, a pair of soft hands holding his, as if to reassure him and angry faces he did not recognise.

He could not see the face of the person who was holding him, their features blurred and when they spoke, their voice unrecognisable, words melting into each other, yet he understood them perfectly.

He needed to get away, far from where he stood now, with a familiar pain in his chest, the hands letting go of him, not expecting to ever feel them again.

Aleksander woke up panting from the dream, as if he had been running for miles on end. His lungs were burning and it took him a great deal of effort to slow down his own breath, the images of the dream still clear in his mind.

Or were they from the past? A vision from what happend and would likely happen again if the fates would have their way?

He didn't know and he didn't want to think about it as he dragged his still tired body out of bed, wondering how he still had the energy for it as the images from the night were burned into the back of his mind.

It was only after he went looking for his clothes that he noticed a glass of cold milk on his bedside, the cold still evident on the glass as a few droplets made their way down. Beside it was a little gingerbread cookie in the shape of a star and Aleksander wondered who put it there.

He was certainly not a heavy sleeper and the idea of someone coming this close to him when he was so vulnerable unnerved him more than he wanted to admit to himself, but he saw no harm in consuming it. Given the likelihood that it was probably one of his mothers servants that put it there.

The thought made him smile. He didn't hold it likely that his mother would have asked one of them to give him something and the fact that they did anyway warmed his heart in a way that felt like it had been forever ago.

When both the milk and the gingerbread were gone, he turned back to look where he'd dropped his clothing the evening before, which were laying where he left them, or at least in close vicinity of where they had been.

The chair in which he had dropped them now bore a deep black Kefta, embroidery of the same color with hints of silver stretched over the fabric like dark tentacles while his own clothes laid neatly folded on the little table beside it.

The coat felt soft yet sturdy beneath his fingers, and the silver slivers glinstered in the morning sun as he moved them across the fabric. It had clearly been made by someone who was more skilled with fabrics than any seamsters he met in Os Alta and judging by the state of the coat, someone had either recently made it, or taken good care of it for all of the years it hadn't been worn.

His own clothes looked somewhat pitiful in comparison, but the dark Kefta seemed far too strange to actually wear. None of the people he'd seen in passing on his way to the villa wore them, nor did they wear the black that covered the fabric of this one.

He smiled at it. As if there would ever be a time where he could openly display his status like this. To not be shunned and chased away for simply being who he was.

No, he could not wear something like that. Maybe when old wounds had healed a little more and the past seemed more like a grotesque painting than a haunting demon breathing down his neck.

Descending down the stairs, he was not pleased with all the dust that seemed to have gathered on its steps and as he looked at the walls he realised the house was far older than he had noticed when they arrived. He silently wondered if his mother had suffered the brunt of the war as well, forcing her to dismiss most of the staff.

Of course he also knew the estate had been in his family for nearly seven generations now, but seeing the cracks in the walls and the pale, scaled off wood of the window frames made it all the clearer that the house was not aging very well.

Which stood in contrast with what he always heard from his father.

He'd always told him his mother was meticulous when it came to the care for the house, always repairing cracks in the walls and repainting window frames when they showed visible wear.

Though they had been young then, and though her later years clearly confined her to a cane, he would not be surprised if she'd still try and maintain the house the same way she had in the past.

As he walked through the salon from the previous night, he noticed the fire was still burning in its hearth, though to his relief, the dog was nowhere to be seen.

In the hall his mother was waiting for him, both exchanging 'good moring's before she motioned him to the dining hall where Ivan had already started his breakfast as the two joined him at the table.

One of the servants put a well filled plate in front of him and even though it smelt better than anything the cooks in Os Alta had ever put before him and the sight of it made his stomach growl, but Aleksander felt no desire to touch any of it.

Though he knew that if he did not eat now, he would collapse halfway through the day. Something he had learned the hard way.

As he picked away at his breakfast, he could hear the house and the nature around it come to life and he wondered what secrets it held for him to discover.

Secrets he soon discovered would have to wait as his mother called him and Ivan for a tour of the house. As they passed several corridors and hallways, most of them were pointed off limits, though to his relief the library was freely available for both of them.

Rain clattered on the windows of the Morozova residence as Aleksander slowly made his way between the large shelves, his own footsteps inaudible on the carpet that adorned the pathways as the leather of his new book sat strangely insistend on his fingertips.

He'd planned on putting it somewhere on these shelves, hoping it would give him less of a feeling of guilt, but now the book seemed to be all he could concentrate on. The worn spines of the books in the library simply glided by under his free hand as he tried to find the correct section to put the book under, but unlike the libraries back in Os Alta, this one seemed to have no categorisation to it. fiction and non fiction stood together like they had always been meant to be there and genres seemed to be of little importance to whomever had put the books on their shelves.

He couldn't imagine it being his mother, given her meticulous care of the house and the gardens around it when she was younger and the only books his father seemed to have been interested in were not ones he could find among the shelves so far.

Giving up the search for the order in the chaos, Aleksander settled in one of the windowsills as the rain and the cold that came from the glass surprisingly fitted his mood. Empty, grey and cold.

Not feeling up for reliving his childhood memories another time, he quickly flipped the pages to where he thought he'd left off with his studies.

As he read on, he played with a wisp of shadows between his fingers, the feel of it comforting him in the fact that not everything had changed. That no matter what happend, some things would always stay the same.

The technique he was studying before he suddenly had to leave everything behind was a complicated one, but if he could get it right, he would be able to see places he could never travel without ever having to leave the place that bound him.

The technique relied on another one that Aleksander had mastered years ago and although he knew he was a little out of practice with it, with a little brushing up, that problem would be solved in no time at all.

But that would be a task for another day as he wistfully stared out of the window, wondering what more there was on this plot of land in the middle of nowhere.

[a-winters-child]

I read a moonacre fanfic a while back that I cant remember the title of it was a one shot of Maria & Robin going into the room in the woods where they found the pearls because of a rainstorm or something & they kiss & Robin uses his dagger to slice through her corset laces? Would you happen to know which one it is & thank you for your help🫶

No problem, that would be Summer's Heat. It's multi-chaptered rather than a oneshot and that particular bit is in chapter 4 🙂

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J'ai peut-être publié ma première fanfic sur wattpad 👉👈 ....

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The Secret of Moonacre Fanfic

Maria must have had friends before she moved to Moonacre Valley. I want a fic where those friends come to visit. And it’s about Maria showing them around her odd home, and they all go exploring. They meet Robin, and he’s jealous about how Maria isn’t paying as much attention to him.

It’s free real estate. Please feel free to use this idea. If you do use it, please just let me know. My ao3 is KnightsofAce if you want to gift it to me. Or just let me know if the comments. I want to read it so please just let me know if you write something based on my idea.