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Among Flames and Starlight Chapter 9

a/n: lets all take a collective cleansing breath and enjoy this chapter, its a good time

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 3.2k

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“And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” Irene counted to the rhythm and watched her little students move to the beat. “Good, take a water break and we’ll finish up the dance.”

She had begun giving the children of Jesminda’s village classes a few months ago. The unexpected visit to Velaris reminded her of what she loved about living there and, while a small village in Autumn was not the same as the bustling city, she was determined to make it a better place to live, in whatever way she could. Jesminda and Lucien helped her fix up an abandoned barn to offer the classes and after a slow first few weeks, she had a couple of dozen regular students.

“Alright children, positions!” The pitter patter of their tiny feet never failed to make her smile. “Hands up! And one, two, three, four, hands down, six, seven, eight. We do that two more times then go back to the pirouette.”

“They’re looking so good!” Jesminda compliments as she helps Irene sweep the barn floor.

“They have improved so much in the last few weeks, I think they’re really excited about the recital.” Irene is closing up the windows and doors so that no woodland creature makes a home out of her makeshift studio.

“Even Lucien is excited for the recital, we don’t have much entertainment here other than who’s sleeping with who. By the way, did you see how little Mae’s mother kept eyeing you? She looked just about ready to take a bite.”

Irene laughs, which she frequently did with Jesminda “she was doing no such thing.”

“Oh yes she was, next time I catch her I’ll send you a signal.”

“Are you ready to go?” Lucien asks from the main doors.

“Honey, help Irene with the windows, will you?”

Lucien nods and holds up large square pieces of plywood against the window opening while Irene bolts them down. “Let me get my things and we can go.”

Irene and Lucien dropped off Jesminda at her cottage before returning to the Forest House. On the ride back they stopped at a creek to water the horses. “You seem… better. I mean, better than when you first got here.”

She was petting her horse and gave him a hint of a smile “I’m feeling better, I kind of forgot how much I enjoy dancing. Victoria and I have taken lessons all our lives.”

“Well, I’m glad. This version of you is much better than corpse bride.”

“Hey!” She said and kicked some water his way.

“Just being honest.”

“Let’s go back to the house, I’m hungry.”

The pair left the horses in the stables and went to Mora’s wing of the house where they usually had dinner. Typically it was just the three of them, but today Eris was sitting at the table talking with his mother.

“Hello,” Lucien greeted Mora with a kiss and his brother with a punch in the shoulder.

“Manners, Lucien!”

Eris smirked as his brother gave them an unconvincing “sorry.”

“Irene, please tell me he acts civilized when you two are out.”

Lucien sits down next to Mora and Irene resolves to sit next to Eris. “He’s the perfect gentleman.”

“You don’t have to cover for him.” Eris teases.

“Well, there was one time he spooked my horse on purpose and it threw me off…” she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she finally got to throw him to the wolves. After that fall her back was sore for days.

“Good gods! We are going to have a long talk, Lucien. Tomorrow morning you are to report here.”

“Yes ma'am.” He conceded.

“What is it that you two do anyways?” Eris asked, beginning to cut into the filet served for dinner. Irene picked up her own cutlery and sent a questioning glance to Lucien, not sure what she should answer. He shrugged.

“Well, I’ve been teaching dance lessons to some children from the nearest village. Most days Lucien accompanies me.” Eris and Mora shared a surprised look.

“You didn’t know?” He asked his mother, since she saw his wife more than he did. “Not a clue.”

“Let’s have this stay between us, please.”

“Don’t worry dear, we won’t tell a soul outside this room.”

The rest of the meal went by in pleasant conversation. Irene looked around and realized that breathing felt natural again. The months of shock, grief and trauma still lingered. She doubted they could ever be erased. But in this moment, in this room, with these people, life did not feel like an inescapable prison.

The next morning Irene was back in the stables, she didn’t have class but the day was beautiful and she thought it would be a shame to spend it inside. She was getting her horse ready when a loud rustle of leaves caught her attention. Coming out of the forest was Eris. She squinted as she saw movement around him. A pack of hounds were running along his side and nipping each other as they chased a stick he threw. One of the hounds got too far and Eris called him back with a whistle. How had she never known he had dogs? Making sure the stable gate was closed, she walked over to where he now stood, throwing pieces of meat to the canines that followed his command to “sit.”

“Do they have names?”

He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Yes.”

“Well, what are they?”

“If you really want to know, you can read their collars.”

“Do they bite?” Eris only smirked. “They don’t usually interact with strangers.”

Irene rolled her eyes and looked at the dogs, there were six in total, each a different shade of brown. Their tails were stilled and ears pointed, not used to hearing a female voice. Two had their tongues out, doe eyes focused on Eris’ hand where he held more treats. Adorable.

Irene deemed their cuteness a testament to their good behavior. So with a few careful steps she got closer to them and extended a tentative hand. They remained seated, the one nearest to her inched forward his nose and sniffed her palm. Then she reached for the top of his head and pet him softly. Irene turned her head to give Eris a gloating look and when she turned back the hound had opened its mouth all the way. The princess of Autumn let out a blood curdling scream as she threw herself back and covered her face with both arms, bracing for an attack that never came.

“He was yawning, Irene.”

Scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could she lunged towards Eris, “why would you do that?!” She shoved at his chest and at that one of the hounds barked.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“They could have attacked me!”

“They are well trained.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Mulligan, Shaw, Monty, Elma, Crusty, and Cricket those are their names.”

Irene put the strands that had broken loose from her braid behind her ear and crossed her arms at her chest. “Which one is Elma?”

“Her,” he pointed to the hound in the middle. Chocolate brown and splattered in white dots. She looked like someone spilled white paint on her.

“She 's cute.”

“She is a bloodhound capable of tracking a scent for miles and has been known to take down deer twice her size. Cute is not the word I would use to describe her.”

“Where do you keep them anyway? I’ve never seen them around the house.”

He throws a few more treats their way, which are caught effortlessly in the air. “There's a cabin through there” he pointed toward the opening in the forest he had walked through moments before. “It’s about a mile and a half away, they live there. Some of the ground’s keepers watch them when I can’t.”

“I would have never guessed you had pets.”

“I don’t consider them pets.”

“Sure, Crusty there looks like a killing machine.” Eris stared flatly at her “I didn’t name them, my brothers did, when they were younger. Hugo was about four or five and he would only eat the crust from any pie, it didn’t matter the filling. So when I showed him the pup he named it after his favorite food.”

Eris showed a hint of a smile at the memory and Irene felt a pang in her chest. The middle brothers were always skulking around the house, or in private meetings with Beron. Irene made it a point to never be caught in their path. Not after they were audience to her pre-wedding hazing. The handprint on her ribs had faded, in a few months nothing would be left of the threat Beron seared on her skin.

She stayed silent for longer than she should have. “I should get going, I want to ride for a while before lunch.”

Eris nodded and waved her off as he went back into the forest, hounds at his heels.

Irene was in Mora’s wing, sulking. Autumn showers had turned into torrential rain making it impossible to ride into the village. The paths too narrow and muddy. Her stomach sank as she pictured her students waiting for her. The recital was less than a week away and every practice leading up to it was crucial for their confidence.

“I feel terrible.” Irene fell into one of the armchairs near the hearth. “It will be fine, dear. Missing one day won't hurt anybody. But going out in this weather will.”

“Do you know where Lucien is? Maybe he can winnow me.”

“Lucien is helping in the kitchens and is not allowed to leave the house until he behaves himself.”

“Oh.”

“If Beron finds out about his behavior the consequences will be worse.”

“I understand.”

“That’s what happened with my other boys, they were being rebellious as many young fae get around this age but Beron got to them before I-” the door opened and Mora quickly shifted all of her attention to the sweater she was knitting.

She relaxed when she saw it was Eris. “Honey, what a lovely surprise! I thought you were gone until tomorrow.”

He kissed her cheek and nodded towards Irene as a greeting. “The trip got cut short because of the weather.”

“It really is coming down out there. Better you stay inside until it clears up.”

“Lucien?” Mora sighed, “I was just telling Irene that he’s helping in the kitchens.”

“Oh right, I heard chaos from the pantry. What about you?”

Irene was attempting to knit a scarf, Mora was teaching her but it did not come easy to the witchling.

“I’m making a scarf.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“Be nice, she’s learning.”

“Yeah Eris, be nice.” Irene stuck out her tongue to him and he rolled his eyes,

“Your stitches are too tense, the scarf is going to be uneven.” He observed. “You know about knitting?”

“Yes-”

“I taught Eris when he was little, on rainy days like these we would knit for hours. I still have the first thing he ever made. It’s a single chain and he attached some eyes to it and named it Snakey.”

“Mother, please-”

“I’ll go get it!” Mora got up from her seat and went into the next room. Irene smiled as she heard the Lady rifling through boxes of old memories.

“A male of many talents.”

“You could say I’ve been blessed by the Mother and the gods.” Irene snorted “Whoever it was did not make you humble."

“Here it is!” Mora came back with a tattered old thing. It looked like it could turn to dust if she set it down wrong. “Oh my… this is quite something.”

“It is not as pretty as it used to be, Eris carried it around until he was twelve. He would take it everywhere.” Irene laughed at the stringy toy.

“It… I bet you had a lot of fun.” She wanted so badly to say it was the ugliest thing she had ever seen, but Mora looked so happy and proud of what her firstborn had made that she could not insult it in her presence.

The next day the rain lessened, but there was a persistent drizzle that kept the terrain slippery. She sighed loudly, settled on going to the library and read. “You seem to be everywhere these days.”

Eris looked up from the book he was reading and raised a sharp brow. “Hello, Irene.”

The princess of Autumn wandered around the shelves until something caught her eye, then she joined the eldest Vanserra in the small alcove. “I can’t believe it’s still raining and Lucien still can’t leave the house.” Irene huffed as she found a comfortable position and opened the book. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

She closed the book. “I have the dance lessons in the village and the recital is so soon and if it keeps raining like this I won’t be able to go, Lucien can’t winnow me-”

“I can take you.”

She looked at him, mouth pursed in a quizzical frown. “You can?”

“Yes.”

“Right now?”

“Well I’m reading right now-”

“You can bring the book, let's go.” She stood and discarded her own selection on the floor. Then looked at Eris expectantly. “Come on, I’m sure that I’ll have to clean up the studio and that will take time.”

“Fine.”

She reached out a hand to help him stand and once he straightened they were in front of the barn. Irene quickly opened the door and closed it as soon as they were in to keep the rain out. The inside looked good enough, there were some puddles here and there but nothing grave.

“Thank the Mother we boarded up the windows.” Irene quickly located a mop and began working on the stagnant water. Eris was quietly scoping out the place she had turned into a half decent studio. There were no mirrors or bars and the floor was not completely level and smooth but it was warm and spacious enough to dance comfortably. She had painted musical notes and dancing figures along the walls. There was a console piano covered with sheets of protective fabric and racks of little clothes lined up near the back.

“How long did it take to fix this place up?”

“Probably a month, Lucien helped with the heavy stuff and… someone from the village helped me paint and clean.”

“And the piano?”

“Oh, that was also Lucien, I don’t have a clue where he got it from. One of the parents typically plays the music.”

“And the clothes?”

“Those are the costumes! One of the moms is a seamstress and she volunteered to make them.”

Eris looked around and put his hands on his hips. “Irene, this is impressive.”

“Oh, thanks?”

“I mean it.” He scans the studio again as if to make sure they are alone then steps closer to her. When he speaks again it's barely audible “I think… This court needed a project like this.”

“Eris, you're scaring me.”

“I’m being nice.”

“That’s not like you.”

“Is there another mop?” Irene almost reached out to make sure he didn’t have a fever. “You can read your book or just come back in a few hours. No need for-”

“Yes or no?” She pointed to a skinny, rickety door “there’s another one in there.”

Eris opened the deteriorated door and added it to the mental list he was making of things that needed improvement in this studio. The floors had to take priority, they were far too splintery to properly learn to dance. Then he began mopping up the other large puddle. The barn had a good structure and the roof wasn’t leaking anywhere, the windows must be the problem. Once he finished with the puddle he inspected every window and confirmed that there were crevices where water was filtering through.

“These windows need to be replaced.”

“I don’t have the means to replace them yet-”

“Yes you do, you receive a salary for holding your position.”

“I do?”

“Yes, I’ll show you how to access it back at the house.”

About an hour later a few students showed up, only the ones that lived within walking distance since the roads and paths were still dangerous. Irene decided to give the four students that showed up a waltz lesson. They paired up and she began showing them how to do a basic box step.

“If you are leading, begin by stepping forward with your left foot. If you are following, you take a step back with your right foot.”

“Like this teacher?” The kids both stepped forward and bumped their foreheads together.

“Uhm no. Which one of you wants to lead?” Both of them raised their hands. “Why don’t you lead first and then you can switch, alright?”

“Stand up straight and one-”

After a few attempts the kids were still not understanding the flow of the dance. Irene tried to explain that the steps were fluid and not stomps but they kept stepping on each other’s toes and tensions were running high. At the beginning of the lesson, Eris was reading behind the racks of clothes, not wanting to interrupt with his presence. But after hearing the commotion he peaked out his head in curiosity. He could not deny that Irene looked comical trying to explain the nuances of a dance to little kids. “It’s more than a dance, it's learning how to work together!” She exclaimed at one point, attempting to raise morale, to no avail.

“Ok watch me again” and began to do the waltz by herself at which point Eris stepped out “I can help demonstrate.” The students and the parent who was playing the piano went still as they saw the heir of Autumn in their clandestine dance studio.

“Oh, that would be helpful.” He walked over and placed his right hand on her back. “Notice how his elbow doesn’t drop.” Then Irene put her left hand on his shoulder and placed her other hand in his. The piano began a simple melody and Eris led Irene around the room in the box step. “See how Mr. Vanserra isn’t looking at his feet.”

He was looking at her, into her eyes. She couldn’t look away. Suddenly remembering how handsome he was. How, when she first saw him in Adriata, she longed to be his sole focus, if only for a moment. She was counting in her head how many rounds they had done but after the third one lost track because Eris spun her toward him so she ended up with her back facing his front. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and nearly forgot where they were, her face turning a shade of red.

Then he spun her to face him again. His grip on her back was a little bit tighter, as if he needed to make sure she wouldn’t step away. The music faded and the pair disentangled. “Thank you, Eris. See students?” She continued her explanation and then the kids tried to imitate them. “Much better!”

Eris was watching, hands in the pockets of his pants, trying to settle the pounding in his chest.

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uarmymoonlight · 2 years

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"thus with a kiss, i die" - william shakespeare (part 1)

pairing: vampire hunter!jk X vampire!reader

genre: fantasy!au, historical!au, forbidden/secret relationship!au, angst, smut

warnings: explicit depictions of murder and blood, jungkook has a panic attack (twice, actually), fluff

summary: in the moments prior to jungkook’s first real mission, he tries hard to block out visions of his past while simultaneously, and most importantly, remembering what your kind really is. even if your lips are as sweet as honey and your smiles as bright as the sun, you’re dying just like the rest of the bloodsuckers. he swears.

author’s note: literally not a single thing here is historically accurate and that’s where the fantasy part of this fic resides, truly, bc vampires exist (real). i slightly based some of the dialogue on william shakespeare’s romeo and juliet - and fun fact, if you didn’t catch it before, the title of the fic is a quote from that play, also.

words: 4.5K

cross-posted on AO3: to read on AO3, click here.

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Jungkook’s village’s festivities for Easter Sunday are the best Easter Sunday festivities that have ever existed. He’s sure of it. Because never before in his entire life has he seen so much beauty and such abundance. Granted, he only left his village one time and, yes, he knows he’s only seven years old, but still, surely no other place could top what he’s seeing right in front of him at the moment.

Jungkook is sitting against one of the smaller maypoles decorated with colored ribbons posted on the edges of the festival, from where he can see all of the area they use for it: a small clearing that has been filled with maypoles, a makeshift stage for the musicians, and many tents for food along with big wooden tables for the feast. Enormous trees surround the area creating a ring, as if isolating that little piece of land from the rest of the world. As if, in that little area walled by trees, the only witness to their existence is God himself.

The sun shines through the trees and on the creek that runs by, the sunlight’s reflection bathing everyone in a glimmering light that feels very much akin to a holy blessing. There’s music playing and there are people dancing and running and playing around wearing the biggest smiles they’ve ever sported as if they don’t have a care in the world. As if most of these people didn’t almost starve last winter. As if most of them won’t starve in the winters that are to come.

But that doesn’t matter, because for today they get to eat. Because for the past few days every single seed that grew to become a vegetable, every single grain that was used to make bread, every single animal that was killed to provide meat, every single spice the village had has been brought to the clearing to be part of the big feast. The entire clearing looks just like the Garden of Eden. At least, it looks like what Jungkook thinks the Garden of Eden looks like, it feels like what he thinks the Garden of Eden feels like. Beautiful. Plentiful. Peaceful. Reserved.

“Won’t you come dance, my little bunny?”

His mother asks as she walks over, her right hand pulling his father along. Both panting a little from having just participated in one of the dances.

“Or will you sit there the whole festival?”

“No, not the whole festival. Just for as long as I can.”

“As long as you can, is that so?”, his father chuckles “And when won’t you be able to stay here any longer, boy?”

“When it’s time to eat!”

“Ah, really?” says his mother while his father only smiles wider. “So only food will make you enjoy the festivities?”

“No, mother. I’m enjoying the festivities sitting here. But only food will make me get up.”

“Oh, I see. Very well, if that is the case…”

The woman puts her hands on one of her pockets and pulls out a small piece of marzipan cake, smiling mischievously as her son’s doe eyes grow bigger at the delicacy, the boy’s mouth forming a little “o” of amazement. Jungkook’s already getting up to take the cake from his mother’s hand when something jumps in front of him and grabs it before he can even fully stand up.

A cat. A cat stole his cake.

“My cake! Mother, my cake!”

“Your cake? It came from my pocket, didn’t it?”

“Quick!” his father intervenes “The one who catches the cat may eat all of the cake!”

Jungkook has been in this family long enough to know his parents don’t really care about cake. Chase or no chase, Jungkook is the child so he is the one who gets the cake. But he knows his parents care about him and about playing with him, so he doesn’t have to hear his father’s empty challenge twice. Jungkook bolts.

Him and his parents chase the cat while it runs across the clearing - zigzagging through the maypoles, knocking over those still dancing, going under the big tables, around some of the tents - until the cat reaches the forest. Jungkook follows it, hearing his parents' laughter and footsteps right behind him, sometimes even seeing them in the corners of his eyes. He focuses on the cat, continuing to chase after it into the woods. Jungkook jumps over tree trunks, dodges twigs, steps onto rocks, runs around holes he can see on the earth, hears the crunching of leaves beneath his feet, the birds singing above him, he hears the bees flying past him buzzing his ear, he hears deer running somewhere to his left, he hears a scream. A piercing and terrible scream. A scream so loud Jungkook’s body abruptly stops, the speed at which he was going making him fall over and roll on the dirt.

A scared Jungkook quickly gets up and calls “Mother!”, looking around him. He doesn’t see nor hear anyone. “Father!”, he tries. But no one comes.

Again and again and again and again he tries yelling for them. But no one comes. He’s breathing heavy now, from all the running from earlier and the effort of screaming so much. Jungkook starts to feel the pains from his fall, body aching from head to toe. He looks at his surroundings and sees only the gigantic trees, all very close to each other, the direction he had tumbled from isn’t clear to him anymore. The boy spins around wondering where the clearing’s direction might be. He is panting hard.

“Mother!”

Like before, nothing. Jungkook doesn’t hear them, doesn’t hear their footsteps, their laughter, nothing. He doesn’t hear them. That’s when he notices that he doesn’t hear anything at all. Not the birds, or the bees, or deer, or any other sound of the forest. It’s a complete silence.

In that complete silence and solitude, he feels desperation become a fist around his heart. His chest is tight and his vision is blurring and he can’t move because where does he even go? Where is the clearing? Where are his parents?

Another horrible scream behind him and Jungkook falls to the ground terrified, arms covering his head.

The screaming stops. He hears something but the screaming stopped.

Shaking and nearly crying, Jungkook slowly moves around to peek through his arms at the source of the scream.

Right there, just a few steps away from him is the body of his mother drenched in blood, her once lovely face twisted in agony, mouth wide open and eyes rolled back. On top of her sits a hunched figure clad in a dark cloak, its bloodied hands holding his mother’s shoulder while its face is buried in her neck.

Jungkook lets out a grieving moan and cries. The figure turns to him. Jungkook sees nothing but a bloodied chin. Something in him awakens and he runs, he runs and runs until he trips.

With a thud, he realizes he tripped and fell on someone, he’s about to ask for help when he sees the blood. He looks at the person’s face and makes a horrified noise when he sees it’s his father, with his face as twisted and his neck as torn as his mother’s. Jungkook’s tears fall on his father’s face as he forces himself to get up once more and keep running. He runs and he runs and he runs and he hears another scream.

He gets knocked up again and when Jungkook lifts his head, he’s back at seeing his mother’s dead body, hooded figure on top of her. Except now he can see the figure’s blood-painted face.

Now he can see your blood-painted face.

So he runs again, he runs again and he trips again and he sees you all bloodied again. So he runs, and he trips, and he sees you all bloodied, so he runs, and he trips, and he sees you all bloodied, so he -

“Jungkook!”

He wakes up.

He wakes up in their safehouse.

“Jungkook!” It’s his brother, Namjoon, saying his name and shaking him awake.

“I’m awake.”

Namjoon releases a breath and follows the younger one as both sit on the bed, Jungkook panting and sweating. He’s glad for the moments of silence Namjoon allows him to recompose himself before Jungkook has to deal with the questions he knows the other man already has on the tip of his tongue.

“Go ahead. Ask.”

“Same nightmare?”

He nods, because there’s no point in lying about this. Not to Namjoon, at least, who would've seen right through Jungkook. Both of them had been in this exact position many more times than either of them can remember and Jungkook has shared with the older one more nightmares than days together.

“It’s that same time of the year, so it makes sense that your thoughts and memories of it are resurfacing. I assume you still can’t see its face?”

He hesitates. Because, yeah, for many years Jungkook couldn’t see the face of the monster of his nightmares. Until he met you. This is the fourth time this month he’s seen your face in his nightmares.

“No”, Jungkook says.

Namjoon sighs, “Alright. Good. That’s good. We can’t have you distracted this week, we sent out some scouts who’ve reported that -”, he interrupts himself after taking a look at Jungkook’s state: not breathing as heavily anymore and the cold sweat is mostly gone, but his eyes are still unfocused and looking down, still breathing through his mouth and shoulders slumped. “Sorry. I…We’ll have time to talk about this tomorrow.”

Before his brother can get up and leave, Jungkook grabs his arm. “No, please. No.” Namjoon sits down again “I-I’m just, I’m fine. I just…Just tell me.”

“Jungkook, you have to-”

“No. Whatever it is the scouts said, I need to hear it. If Easter Sunday will have as many vampires as Jimin thinks there’ll be, I need to know too, because I’ll be there too keeping watch on one of them, remember?” The older man still seems uncertain, so he adds “This is my first mission, brother, you can’t leave me in the dark. You can’t leave me.”

His brother says nothing for a moment, then nods.

“Very well. You’re right.”

Namjoon then goes over the information. How they’ve found more dead bodies discarded a few hours away from the city, all the bodies with the same profile - young adults, limbs torn off, broken bones, witchcraft symbols on their bodies, drained of blood. Suspicions that vampire and witches have been working together only growing stronger and more certain, even if they’ve never actually caught two of them together.

The men then go quickly over the plans for Easter Sunday and after talking about where each hunter will be positioned, listing their weapons and supplies, Namjoon gives him one more task: get more information out of you.

After a little debate, Namjoon succedes in making Jungkook agree to at least try to sleep a little bit more, since there are still a couple hours to tick by until sunrise. But not before Jungkook promises to go straight to your house as soon as he gets up.

Your house fits you, Jungkook thinks. Or rather, your manor fits you.

Standing tall over the other houses, the white-stoned building was located just a few miles away from the heart of the city, a low and vine-intertwined wall of its own surrounding the area to separate your family from the commoners. Three towers emerge from the brown roof of the manor, one of them bigger than the others being the most noticeable feature. Behind the manor sits a small, but still beautiful, house for the servants and a little white chapel Jungkook knows your family doesn’t use. The scenario is topped off with a beautiful tulip garden surrounding a big fountain at the front of the house.

It’s a place as elegant, beautiful, and perfect as you are. At least, on the outside.

Jungkook walks to the back of your manor, where its walls are separated from a merchant’s shop by a narrow alley. After checking that no one’s in sight, he uses some of the vines to climb over the wall, landing on the other side swiftly with the ease of someone who’s done this many times already. Jungkook is careful to avoid any servants, even if he’s pretty sure your family knows already, and he’s definitely seen a couple maids awkwardly pretend not to notice him. Thankfully, at this time in the morning, only a few of the workers are up. Still, he thinks it’s always better to fall on the side of caution, especially dealing with vampires. And, well, that is part of his whole…how can he put it? Character, he supposes, that he’s been playing for you so far. So he not-so-sneakily goes around the servant’s house, hiding himself behind trees and in shadows until he reaches a point beneath what he knows is your window.

Still partially hidden in the shadows of a tree, he picks up pebbles from the floor and starts chucking them at your window, quietly singing to himself. Soon enough, you show up at the window with a knowing smirk on your face and a playful tone in your voice.

“I know this voice. Is it you, Jungkook? Or is it a busker?”

“Neither, my lady, if both displease you.”

He hears your little giggle and it slightly pisses him off. Because it’s just so easy with you, to just giggle away everything. And it’s so hard to not giggle back. He finally leaves from under the tree, fully in your sight now.

“Are you crazy, young man? My family will run you off with their brooms if you keep sneaking in.”

“My lady, I’m sure no harm can come to me as long as I’m under your gaze.”

“How do you even get here, Jungkook?”

“My heart leads me here everytime. Smart thing, isn’t it?” your smile gets wider as your eyes sparkle with a tinge of mischief he’s sure paints his own eyes as well. “It even taught me how to jump over these cruel walls, my lady. It wants to be near its owner, I swear.”

“Don’t swear. Even if I like to hear it.”

“Then I’ll take back my swears, only to repeat them again for you.”

You open your mouth to speak but suddenly stop when someone behind you calls out your name. You turn back to him with a sad smile.

“I have to go. And you must leave.”

Jungkook panics a little and shouts for you to wait. “Do you really have to go? Can you not come out? Let me take you out for a walk.”

He sees you look back with a worried look before hurriedly telling him to leave and wait by the shop next to your house, promising to meet him there in a few minutes.

Jungkook leaves the same way he arrived: sneakingly. Except now more of the household staff is getting up and, as it’s happened before, he sees more than a couple of curious eyes not-so-subtly averting his direction.

You arrive at the shop shortly after, your maid trailing quietly after you. Jungkook wonders if she knows what you are or if she herself is one of yours. The thought lasts only for a brief moment as you’re soon in front of him , a big smile on your beautiful face. He smiles back, “Time for act II”, he thinks.

“Ready for some fun, my lady?”

“I suppose it’d depend on the kind of fun. What do you have in mind?”

Jungkook only answers with a roguish smirk and then takes your hand, dragging you away. He stops first at a florist to give you a small bouquet composed of lavender, yarrow, iris, and snapdragon. Afterwards, he says he’ll take you to a jewelry shop nearby, to which you answer in between giggles “Is this your idea of fun? Jungkook, you’ll spoil me rotten!”

“I’ll try my very best to do so, my lady, I swear.”

You warn him as you did earlier today about his swears while entering the shop. Your maid follows at a small distance. Jungkook knows you’ve been to this before, because he’s seen you and your family come by a few times to do business or to purchase some luxurious pieces. It’s not a particularly big shop, but the size of the building is compensated for by the big size of the gems on the products.

“Jungkook” you pull on his arm to make him face you, a small smile on your face “What are we doing here?”

“My lady, you know, I spend a lot of time looking at you” you squint your eyes a little bit and Jungkook knows you’re already thinking of how to tease him “So I couldn’t help but notice these beautiful earrings of yours.”

He sees your eyes open and widen a bit, your smile falters a little.

Your earrings are two bright, blood red ruby stones framed by small diamonds and pearls, all tied together by silver. Oftentimes Jungkook swears he can see the stone move in itself. It’s an alluring, mysterious piece.

“My lady, I hope you’ll forgive my indiscretion now, but -” you interrupt him with a mock-disapproving look.

“Jungkook, you’ve never bothered with discretion.”

He smiles and restarts “Well, my lady, you see, I did not mind the indiscretion of all the times before. Nevertheless, now, I mind it, for I do not wish to insult you” Jungkook steps closer to you, “These earrings, were they a gift from another fellow?”

Your mouth is shaped in a small “o” form, not having expected the question. It takes only a second for you to recover.

“Why?”

“Because if I am to buy you a necklace that compliments these beloved earrings of yours, it’d do me well to know who else buys you jewels.”

Jungkook sees you hesitate a little before you finally tell him your brothers gave the pieces to you.

“They’re a family heirloom.”

He thinks to ask more about it, but as he sees you slightly stepping away from him, gaze looking down, Jungkook decides that’s a battle for another day.

The owner of the shop, then, comes forward and you and Jungkook get swept by the man as he presents fitting necklaces for you. After a while, you pick a delicate silver chain and a red tear-drop shaped pendant dangling from it. Not nearly as exuberant as your earrings, you, however, assure Jungkook that you like it just as much.

“It’s extraordinary value was established the moment you meant for it to be a gift for me”, you tell him. “And…Jungkook?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I have something for you too.” You pull out from your pocket a silver locket and place it on his hand. Jungkook takes a look at it and sees that there’s an intricate art engraved on it of leaves and bushes and, at the center, a little rabbit. Impatient for a reaction, you say anxiously “That is how your mother called you, is it not? Little bunny? I…well, I had hoped I could wait until Easter Sunday, I thought you’d need some strength, but, alas, I wanted to spoil you a little as you’ve done to me.”

Jungkook keeps staring at the locket, your words being heard but not listened to, being pushed, instead, to the back of his mind as he tries to stay in the moment rather than think about his mother. His mother had a locket with a rabbit engraved as well. You call his name softly once. He forces himself to snap back.

“I…I-I, yes.” Jungkook shakes his head briefly and blinks a few times “Yes, she did. I…didn’t think you’d remember all that”, he scoffs.

“Well, I do. To have lost your mother at a young age…I’m sorry, Jungkook.” I am too, he thinks “Smallpox is a terrible disease.” He only nods.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You squeeze his hand and smile at him. Jungkook takes your hand and kisses it, taking a bit longer than needed with his eyes closed.

Your maid clears her throat and he puts your hand respectfully on his arm. With the both of you now wearing your new possessions, you leave the shop. You leave smiling sweetly and he leaves with a heavy heart.

Lost in his own thoughts, Jungkook keeps walking with you by his side.

And it always hits him at the most inconvenient of times that you may actually be a good person. And Jungkook almost feels guilty for plotting your death while you're smiling so sweetly at a little girl as both you and her help a kitten off a tree. But just as soon as the feeling begins, the warnings of his brothers whisper in his mind reminding him how manipulative your kind is - how manipulative you are. His brothers have no reason to lie to him about you or about the stories he's heard since he was a child. The stories of those who took his parents from him, the stories that haunted him, plaguing his dreams with blood and death until he no longer wanted to dream. Stories of those like you.

Jungkook tries to shake off these thoughts and softens his face when he sees you coming back to his side, now that the kitten is free and the little girl is on her way.

"Fourth time this month. Same time, same tree, same cat", you tell him with a smile.

"I don’t understand why Soo-Ah doesn’t just adopt him”, Jungkook scoffs “Would save her the trouble of having to save him every other day.”

“It would. But it’d also take away his freedom of coming and leaving when he wants and of chasing that same squirrel that goes up the tree and disappears. Not to mention one more crucial factor.”

“What?”, he waits confused, eyeing your mischievous smile.

“Helping Soo-Ah with the cat uses up enough of her time that when she reaches the bakery the breads will be fresh out of the oven. She won’t need to wait even a second to get them.”

You give Jungkook another one of your pretty smiles, those he can’t help but answer with a smile of his own, and there it is again. That same feeling from earlier telling him you’re a good person, after all. Fangs and blood-sucking aside.

So Jungkook takes your hand to continue your walk together. It’s only after you’ve entered your house, leaving him with a kiss, that a shadow crosses Jungkook’s face and he heads to meet his brothers, the men waiting hungrily for the right time to kill you.

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author's notes:

the initial point was for this to be the first and only part, however i'll right a 2nd part bc some things i wanted to put here didn't really seem right. i also have a few ideas for a 3rd part, depending on how the other parts will be received and how i’ll feel about this fic in the future. this is why i ask for you to, if possible, give me feedback or just your general thoughts and impressions of this part. reviews are a great motivation!

also, as it was said in the beginning, some of the dialogue was inspired by william shakespeare’s romeo and juliet. i used these sources for inspiration and reference: https://pt.slideshare.net/1977LS/peca-teatralromeuejulietaparaescolas and https://myshakespeare.com/romeo-and-juliet/act-2-scene-2

fun fact - these are the meanings of the flowers that were in the bouquet jungkook gave to the reader: snapdragon - graciousness, deception / lavender - distrust / iris - faith, trust, wisdom, hope, valor / yarrow - everlasting love. and rabbits almost always symbolize prosperity, abundance, good luck, and fertility.

taglist: @luaspersona @kookpeas

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #jungkook you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook vampire #bts x reader #bts fic #bts vampire au #thus with a kiss #my writing #bts #twakid #thus with a kiss i die

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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Spring Writing Prompts

It's finally hit, the spring fever is raging out of control and I'm in desperate need of sunshine, blooming flowers and green grass (lol). Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem's Lot, Press Play and Lessons In Chemistry.

Going outside and looking for the first signs of spring

Making a flower crown for their s.o

Picnic in the grass

Reading Peter Rabbit to the babies

Baby animals

"I picked these for you on the way home"

Waking up and hearing the birds chirping

Morning walk in the field

"Looks like someplace the elves might've lived"

Finding a fairy ring in the woods

"Might finally be warm enough for the thinner quilts on the bed"

Repairing old quilts from the attic

Warm tea for seasonal allergies

A shortcut to mushrooms

Pressing flowers

The contents of their s.o's nature journal

Tending the beehives and gathering the honey

Windchimes in the breeze

Dancing barefoot in the woods with their s.o

Getting the garden ready

"Darlin we almost bought out the garden section.......again"

Building a little village for the mice that live in the garden

Making a new dress or clothes from an old set of drapes

Muddy feet and shoes

Gathering berries and fruits in the orchards

Their favorite spot in the meadow

Feeding the highland cows (or cows in general) in the pasture

The secret garden no one else knows about

Taking in the smells of the flower garden

"Looks like the birdhouse finally has some occupants"

Painting a scene from a fairy tale outside

Shearing the sheep and spinning the wool

Scattering fallen flowers in the creek with their s.o

A little forest visitor using their s.o's hat as their bed for a nap

Fixing an old cottage and making it their home

Spring baking

Decorating for Easter

Making their s.o a cool peach tea after they've been in the field all day

Warm herb or flower bath at night

"This place reminds me of The Shire"

Fresh flowers for the morning

Tying flower sprigs on the baby's crib posts

Gathering water from the handpump

Hanging out by the pond in the yard

Sleeping with the windows open because it's almost the threshold of summer

Planting flowers for their elderly neighbor

Painting Easter eggs with the babies

Cleaning up the garden

Fixing the old stone birdbath

Hanging the wash on the clothesline to dry

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theblackphoenixwritings · 7 months

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𝗚𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗼 𝟭𝟭 – 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀/𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗼 & 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀/𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝗔𝗨/𝗪𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 – 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲 𝟲

They arrived exhausted late that morning at the tribe of Teskhamen. Marius and Amadeo were tired, hungry, and although they had not been seriously injured, they had been scarred in some way, and they were bleeding and full of dust and dirt. Wise, was in no better shape than they, though not wounded he was ragged and his pace was slow and heavy. Their arrival was preceded by Lucky, Marius's faithful dog who had accompanied Daniel. Daniel riding his mustang, pinto, black and white, which he had named Sandalwood, opened the line, followed by Wise and Amadeo, Marius had insisted on staying in the rear, walking, with his winchester ready in case of need.

Marius' thoughts were wandering but almost always returned to the same spot, he feared that the creatures were there with a purpose and that someone was helping them. What was in it for both of them Marius could not yet say, but he would find out. Daniel kept turning back to check on Marius, who despite his unkempt appearance, looked like a rock.

They had exchanged only a few words; the priority had been to get as far away as possible from the place where they had defeated the creatures. Daniel knew well, from Marius's relentless eyes, that no small confrontation awaited him, but he also knew that Marius, had squeezed and kissed him and held back his anger, to give way to the relief of seeing Daniel safe and unharmed. The boy on the other hand, well, to say that after that exchange he was flaying his back with the look of his black eyes was little. Fact was, Daniel was no less, he didn't know the boy, he didn't like how he related to his man, and he didn't like the color of his hair. Fuck if he needed those horrible memories disguised as honey dreams knocking on his door again. And all because of a damn boy who came out of nowhere and his damn hair color. Marius had felt the tension almost immediately, and had adjusted in trying not to see it erupt into arguments. All three knew, however, that that tension had to be released somehow.

The tribe lived on a nice piece of land, fertile and near a river. That land belonged to Marius' family, and he had given it to the Teskhamen tribe, as had been his father's wishes. That was one of the reasons why there was bad blood between the sheriff and some of the landowners in the area. Marius did not care, he had honored his father's death, there was wealth, prosperity, and a living for everyone in that vast and florent land, and Marius' father, who had come there from Europe, a learned man of great learning, had strongly opposed what was happening. It was Marius' father one of the founders of Cripple Creek, the richest among them, who came to an agreement with Teskhamen. And to enforce it. Until... Marius was torn from his thoughts by the long white-haired figure who proudly and serenely waited just outside the buildings that defined Teskhamen's village.

" Greetings to you Chaytan," greeted Teskhamen, turning to Marius, who stepped forward, to greet Teskhamen.

" How are you? I hope my boy hasn't brought you the trouble he always brings me," said Marius turning his gaze to Daniel who sulked, joking.

" It's not your Daniel who brings trouble, but a lot has happened, my friend, and something makes the nights scary in this time that seems darker." said Teskhamen, who then stared at Amadeo who unconcernedly was stroking Wise's neck.

" This is Amadeo," Marius explained, "I rescued him.... well it's a long story. I have a lot of things to talk to you about Teskhamen, very serious ones, which concern me deeply, but first I would like you to use your healing arts on the boy, he was already very tried when I rescued him, after the night we just spent, well you can imagine." concluded Marius. Amadeo stared with grim uncertainty at Teskhamen, who returned it with a peaceful smile.

"I think you, too, Chaytan, need to be taken care of."

"I'd like you to take care of him first," murmured Marius, who in the process approached Wise and held out his hand toward Amadeo. Amadeo stared at him puzzled, almost worried.

" Come on, we came here because Teskhamen can heal you, your wounds need to be fixed, cleaned and closed. By now for the older ones I fear there is little to be done, the scars will remain.Scarred." Amadeo shrugged as if he did not care at all.

" What about you? Where are you going to be?" asked Amadeo, who looked at Daniel, who was stroking his horse's muzzle after getting out of the saddle.

"I need to talk to Danny, I need to find out if he's found out anything, and I also need to talk to Teskhamen. I think they already know about the danger, but I think there is someone who is helping these creatures, somehow and I don't know why." explained Marius, without hiding his concern, Amadeo had saved his life, they had protected each other and Marius knew that beautiful boy, he saw right through him, but for some strange alchemy the same was true for Marius. Amadeo seemed undecided, then descended from Wise, and clung to Marius.

" There are other things you need to know about the creatures, I've known them for a long time, in my native land, they are a scourge, but not all of them are the same." murmured Amadeo, Marius laid his hands on his shoulders and then ruffled his long curls of that rich red-brown.

" You will have time to tell me everything, now please follow Teskhamen, and do what he tells you. Do you understand me?" asked Marius seriously. Amadeo nodded, and walked toward Teskhamen, walked with him to the largest tent in the village, but his dark eyes never left Marius, until he disappeared swallowed by the tent entrance.

Marius, sighed was happy that Amadeo finally seemed calm and safe enough to trust Marius' words. Adjusting his hat, Marius walked briskly toward Daniel, who was quietly writing in a notebook leaning against a wood where he had tied his horse. Daniel seemed, immediately aware of Marius's arrival, but if his time with him had taught him anything, it was that Marius knew well that both of them had had extreme patience with each other and a deep willingness to understand each other-their love was made up of that and more.

" Before you say anything, there is a specific and extremely terrifying reason for me to have leave so fast, and not just because of those creatures, that you now know exist, but because they are connected to my past, that dark part that I never wanted to tell you about," Daniel explained as his violet eyes grew sad. Marius nodded as he moved closer, his hand found Daniel's neck, behind the nape of his neck, and pulled him to himself, enjoying that familiar scent that he had missed so much in those days. They stayed close to each other, as all the tension and fears accumulated during those days faded away. Marius' lips brushed Daniel's forehead his eyes his nose and finally his lips.

"I'm sorry Marius, I didn't mean to make trouble for you o...." but Daniel was interrupted by a real kiss, which this time lasted until they were both breathless. Marius led them just outside the village, sitting in a small space reserved for the sentries, calmly Marius listened to that part of his life that Daniel had deliberately hidden from him.

" I know these creatures, one of them I know perfectly, because I wrote the story about him. He told it to me, just like that, in a dive saloon room, by candlelight a long time ago now. At first it seemed phenomenal to me, so much so that I was blinded by the desires to possess that power, immortality Marius, who wouldn't want immortality?" and Danny paused scrutinizing Marius' face shrieking... I, I wouldn't want it, which made Daniel smile and he continued.

" The creature I met, he was not evil, but for sure he was a murderer, but that is their nature after all. But you see, he was not like these creatures, the ones you met, he always told me that they can feed on anyone, and as his creator made no distinction between the good or the evil, others of them, older ones, live only on the blood of evil men. Others of them, however, drink from various victims until they are full, but they do not kill. Why do I tell you this? Because these creatures,those who try to kill you and the boy, have a plan, i see them gather, they are cunning, and they have immense powers, and they do not seem to me to have a code, they just kill, to what I have seen sometimes even for amusement. They have almost nothing in common with the creature whose story I transcribed. And it was that encounter that forced me to flee. To leave my native land.

You see the book was a huge success, and I was recognized as a genius of some kind, I was enraptured by the money from the fame and much more. In a moment though I realized that, everybody believed that it was a fantasy of some sort of mine. That I had simply made it all up, the way you write a story about fairies or elves. So I got angry and started saying that no! Everything I had written was true. It was truth, reality, and that creature was populating the night with others like it. After I imposed myself with these thoughts, you can imagine, crazy was the gentlest compliment I was offered. They began to hunt me down, because according to them, I was creating panic and I was leading good people to attack each other with my madness. I ended up on the street, alone, frightened, broken by all that harassment on my person. How could they hate me and accuse me by calling me crazy when I was telling the pure truth?" Daniel stopped and stared at Marius.

His cobalt blue eyes stared at him without judgment, but with support and empathy.

"I wish I had met you then, who knows how many things would have turned out differently. Well anyway, this is not the whole story but only its beginning. I met another one of those creatures and I wasn't as lucky as I was with the first one. But that's another story. Now you can understand, because when I heard that bodies were being found deprived of blood, I had to come in person to investigate. Yes I know, I was reckless and didn't think about what might happen, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but now you understand why." Daniel concluded.

" I understand why, yes," Marius affirmed "But that doesn't take away from the fact that you are reckless, they could have killed you, you could have met that creature again, and who knows what it would have done. I have no words to describe your stupidity at that moment," Marius hissed, then sighed, "If I had lost you? Did you even think about that?" asked Marius trying to be less harsh.

" That's why I went back to Teskhamen, I followed the creatures, they are hiding near Mr. Carson's ranch.... I think they are up to something." continued Daniel. Marius smiled, a bitter smile, Mr. Carson, the richest landowner, and the biggest piece of shit that walked the earth.

"I'll talk to Teskhamen, then we'll go visit Mr. Carson, I really want to see if he has anything to say about these bleedings."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" asked Daniel " For your father ... " but at that point Daniel did not have the heart to continue. Marius gently caressed his cheek before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Especially for my father Daniel. More than anything else for him."

(Chaytan: A patient, diplomatic, and gentle individual; Like a haw

#my writing #vc #writing challenge #marius/armadeo #marius/daniel #Western AU #AU #Western AU part 6

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uk-traveller · 2 years

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Weekend Getaways from London

London is a one-stop destination offering endless things to experience, explore, and admire, but you might still require a break from the bustling city glamour. Well, the UK tourist visa not only offers you to explore the famous city but also has tons to venture outside the city. Within a few hours, you will have a plethora of weekend getaway options, whether you prefer a car, bike, or train.

With a perfect plan to enjoy the best weekend, we have picked the top places for weekend getaways from London.

Oxford

The city of dreaming spires, Oxford, is home to some of the world's most famous universities and a perfect weekend getaway destination from London, as you don’t just have to be a student to admire its charms. With every brick holding ancient history, the city is a wonderful cultural hub, giving you plenty of great places to go, eat, and drink.

No matter what age you are, it’s always worth exploring the history of Oxford University, including its colleges and other attractions such as the Ashmolean, the Pitt Rivers Museum, and the Bodleian Library, while wandering through the Port Meadow before stopping for some great burgers. Buy some great souvenirs and other items in the covered market, and if the weather is on your side, a picnic and punting excursion is a must.

The Cotswolds

The absolute definition of the English Countryside, The Cotswolds would pop up without any need for further thought. Ancient villages, shingle-roofed cottages, and miles of lush rolling grass where there is no shortage of sheep. The Cotswolds is a serene natural beauty to behold, making it one of the best weekend getaway locations from London.

With each region having its own charm, for a short weekend, head to Gloucestershire, packed with honey-coloured stone cottages and relaxing scenery. Enjoy the day at Westonbirt Arboretum, walk along the gazing cattle, take some snaps, or take clay pigeon shooting lessons at the Cotswolds Clay Club.

Brighton

This liveliest beachfront city on the southern coast of England is just an hour and 40 minutes from London. Brighton is a vibrant place to spend holidays, and as the unofficial LGBTQ capital of the United Kingdom, the city’s year-round festive vibes make it the perfect fit for fun day trips from London.

Explore the vintage stores and cute cafes of the Lanes, wander around the strolls and arty Boutiques, and in the evening, head over to Brighton’s most lively bars, pubs and clubs. Enjoy a relaxing walk along the Seven Sisters, a series of the famous Chalk Cliffs.

The Lake District

If outdoor adventure is your ultimate goal for this weekend, the Lake District is thriving with more than 900 miles of wilderness scattered with chocolate box villages. The site is perfect to visit at any given time, packed with a picturesque patchwork of lakes, woodlands, and lush valleys.

The Lake District is great for getting outdoors-hiking around the hills, paddling across the lakes, and exploring the country lanes. If the weather is great, hike up on Kendal Mint Cake and climb Scafell Pike-the highest peak in England. Visit the world of Beatrix Potter while you enjoy some yummy snacks in the Grasmere Gingerbread Shop.

Cornwall

The southern tip of England is one of the country’s most popular beach weekend trips from London. Cornwall is worth the hype to enjoy a weekend along the breathtaking coastlines along 300 miles of dunes.

The sea, sand, and sun are always at the top of the list, but adventure activities and history aren't far behind, with all of them venturing through cliffs, mediaeval harbours, and oak-forested creeks. Enjoy dipping with basking sharks and seals before walking down stepping-stone cliffs to experience tide pools, surfing, and body boarding.

From picturesque streets to seaside towns, London's outskirts have a lot more to offer. Pack your bags, pick a place, and get going for the best unwinding sessions.

#london #weekend gateways #cornwall #the lake district #Brighton #The Cotswolds

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angiesimsss · 9 months

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8 of june, 1887

The chapel where Mitchell's parents were married was the ideal place for their only daughter's wedding. Of course, Evangeline never had an opinion on the matter. Luckily for her, the chapel was located in a village around Bridlenton Bay, the closest city to Willow Creek. A place surrounded by vegetation and fresh air.

She looked beautiful, as always she used to. Her mother was in charge of repeating it to her every moment, but she couldn't think about anything other than the large number of people who were waiting for her arrival at the altar, where John was waiting for her impatiently, not knowing that his fiancée knew that he had a lover.

"Honey, take your time, the bride is never late. I love you no matter what. Remeber that"

"I love you too, mother..."

Evangeline looked down and found the man who in a few minutes would be her husband, a man who was already unfaithful to her and who always would be. She didn't deserve a half-hearted love, nor that the rest always decides for her!

"My life is too valuable to waste with a love that doesn't belong to me, with a life I don't want", Evangeline thought, before doing the craziest thing she wouldn't even imagined she could do. Fight for your freedom.

"You can do it Evangeline, your life is yours..." Her inner voice screamed and screamed, but no one but her could hear it. She would never have been able to ignore her.

Her mother's screams could be heard in the distance. Quite a scandal, the bride running away from her own wedding. Evangeline grabbed the reins tighter and fled as fast as she could, leaving her fate in the hands of God.

She rode for a long time, until fate wanted it that way...

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #theleightonlegacy1

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touristhubindia · 1 year

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Sundarban Tour - “A Nature Lover's Paradise”

Introduction:

Welcome to the breath taking Sundarbans, a mystical and captivating natural wonder located in the southern part of Bangladesh and the Indian state of West Bengal. The Sundarbans is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is renowned for its unique and diverse ecosystem, stunning mangrove forests, and abundant wildlife. This article will take you on an unforgettable virtual journey through Sundarban Tour, highlighting its rich biodiversity, thrilling adventures, and cultural experiences.

Geographic and Ecological Marvel:

The Sundarbans is the largest mangrove forest in the world, covering approximately 10,000 square kilometers. It is situated at the mouth of the Ganges, Brahmaputra, and Meghna rivers, forming a complex network of waterways, islands, and mudflats. The region's name, "Sundarbans," translates to "beautiful forest," which aptly describes its breath taking landscape.

This UNESCO World Heritage Site is home to a remarkable variety of flora and fauna. The dense mangrove forests create a unique habitat that supports numerous species, including the majestic Royal Bengal Tiger, which is the star attraction of the Sundarbans. Other notable wildlife includes estuarine crocodiles, Gangetic dolphins, spotted deer, wild boars, and a wide array of bird species.

Wildlife Encounters and Adventure:

Embarking on a Sundarban Tour offers an unparalleled opportunity to witness the region's extraordinary wildlife. The Sundarbans National Park and surrounding areas provide thrilling wildlife safaris and boat cruises, allowing visitors to observe the mesmerizing Royal Bengal Tigers in their natural habitat. Experienced local guides ensure safety while navigating through the waterways and provide valuable insights about the wildlife and their behaviour.

Apart from tigers, visitors can also spot estuarine crocodiles basking in the sun along the riverbanks. The Sundarbans is famous for its boat safaris, where one can explore narrow creeks and watch these formidable creatures up close. The sight of Gangetic dolphins gracefully swimming in the rivers is another delightful experience.

Bird enthusiasts will be delighted by the avian diversity in the Sundarbans. The region is a paradise for birdwatching, with species such as the Oriental Darter, Black-capped Kingfisher, White-bellied Sea Eagle, and many more. Guided Sundarban bird watching tours offer an opportunity to spot these beautiful creatures while traversing the labyrinthine waterways.

Cultural Immersion and Local Communities :

The Sundarbans region is not only known for its natural wonders but also for its vibrant culture and the unique lifestyle of its inhabitants. The local communities, predominantly comprised of fishermen and honey collectors, have adapted to the challenges of living in this diverse ecosystem.

Visitors can engage with the locals and gain insights into their daily lives, folklore, and traditional practices. Exploring the charming villages nestled within the Sundarbans allows for a deeper understanding of the region's rich cultural heritage. The warm hospitality of the locals will make you feel at home, and sampling their traditional cuisine is a must-do experience in your Sundarban Tour Packages.

Conservation Efforts and Sustainable Tourism :

Preserving the fragile ecosystem of the Sundarbans is of utmost importance. Efforts are being made by local authorities and conservation organizations to ensure sustainable tourism practices and safeguard the natural heritage.

Tour operators in the region follow responsible tourism guidelines to minimize the impact on the environment and promote conservation awareness among visitors. They also support community-based initiatives that provide alternative livelihood opportunities to the locals, reducing their dependency on the forest resources.

Conclusion:

A journey through the Sundarbans is an adventure that combines breath taking natural beauty, thrilling encounters with wildlife, cultural immersion, and a sense of awe-inspiring tranquillity. Whether it's witnessing the regal Bengal tigers prowling amidst the mangroves or marvelling at the diverse avian species, the Sundarbans offers an experience that will leave a lasting impression.

Embrace the opportunity to explore this ecological marvel, and let the Sundarbans enchant you with its untouched wilderness and the warmth of its people. Discover the secrets of the Sundarbans, where nature reigns supreme and time seems to stand still.

#sundarbantour

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thegreatestofgames · 5 years

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My oc the shepherdess and orchardist Marguerite by @hikukastel

I love each and every commission I get from her, she’s just such a peach to work with :)

#marguerite the shepherdess #harvest moon-sona #my oc #Honey Creek Village

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honeymelonpm · 2 years

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-Innocence-

Part 9:

Characters: Arthur Harrow x Reader

Summary: The final part of innocence 🤍

Warnings: Age Regression Themes, Captivity, Kidnapping, Yandere.

Requested by @gorgeourrific-nerd

A/N: Not my best work but I was struggling a little with thinking of how to write this. Anyhoo, I present to you the last part of Innocence 🤍

Over the past few days, you became more and more obedient, deciding to just settle with your new life. You didn't talk much at all. You decided it was best to just shut up and do what was asked of you. Which wasn't much, he didn't make you do copious amounts of work or anything unreasonable, he just wanted you to stay here and be good. Arthur was proud of you for learning your lesson, and so he allowed you some time to adventure around the village. Many people lived there, and they all knew what your deal was, so you never went unnoticed.

You were convinced there was no better feeling than the crisp fresh air invading your lungs, after spending all day stuck inside your musty room. You took a deep breathe, squeezing your stuffed toy closer to your chest as your lungs expanded. Your body relaxed when you let go of your breath. You couldn't stop the grin from growing on your face. Your stomach fluttered with excitement at being allowed the freedom of wandering the streets. At first you were a little afraid being trapped amongst such a large group of people, but they grew kind to you once you had settled. They treated you like a princess, like you were special and pure.

The soft patter of your bare feet against the smooth cobblestone resonated against the buildings around you, catching their attention.

You made your way down the dimly lit street, hugging your plushie Infront of you. Everywhere you went, you took her with you, even on late night adventures around the village. Each person you passed greeted you with a proud grin. They knew you weren't much of a talker, so they communicated with you through expression.

You returned their greetings, your soft pinkish lips tugging into a smile that met your big bright eyes. The soft sound of your steps were soon drowned out by the chatter that rung outside of the community hall.

An unfamiliar face caught your eye, unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed by you. She was stunning. Though there was quite a distance between you, you could see her dark curls peeking out from her hood, they shone golden under the old street lamps. You made eye contact with her, her body tensing and her eyes widening, like she was panicked. You showed her a smile, and gave her a small, subtle wave. She raised her eyebrows and discreetly waved back. Beauty could be found everywhere on her. You thought perhaps she was a Goddess.

You noticed the sudden silence. Turning around it appeared that everyone had gone into the hall. You turned back around to face the woman, but she was already gone. Maybe she was a goddess.

Hugging your plushie a little closer, you wrapped one hand around the icy brass handle and pushed it inward with all your strength. The creek of the wooden door sliced through the unsettling silence, causing all eyes to fall on you, including Arthur's.

"Honey, what are you doing?" He asked in a gentle tone.

You looked to the man next to him, another unfamiliar face. His dark brown curls almost draping over his knitted brows.

You were going to respond to Arthur, but a glint of gold stole your attention. A miniature relic in the grasp of a hooded figure, the lady from only moments ago.

Your eyes instantly lit up, "You came back!"

Arthur wore a confused expression before he and everybody else followed your line of sight.

"Get her out of here." He demanded, attempting to keep his voice as still as possible.

A man and a woman, both built with broad shoulders and arms so big their veins were woven around their muscles like vines, hurried towards you.

They each hooked one arm around your own and pulled you from the building, only when the doors slammed shut, did the rest of the village dare to move.

"What's going on?" You staggered backwards as they guided you.

"It's past your bed time."

Bits of rough gravel kicked out from your feet as they dragged you across the street, causing you to wince.

Rays of vivid purple erupted from every window and crack of the towering building.

The woman took you by both arms, "Go to your room and put a chair against the door, we'll come and get you soon, okay?"

They didn't wait for you to nod in response, instead you were left alone in the middle of the deserted street.

You had every intention of doing as you were told, darting back home, steadying a chair against your door and burying yourself and Tawaret under a bundle of blankets, waiting for Arthur, but the curiosity was too much.

The roaring of heavy footsteps from the hall only became louder as the seconds passed.

Squeezing your plush against your chest, you took off in a sprint, ignoring the harsh slap of your bare feet against the stone.

Your shadow darted alongside you as you rushed around the corner of the hall and in between buildings, following the ruckus.

There was a moment of quiet. Only the patter of your feet on the wet cobble as you reached a gate at the end of the alley. The quiet was interrupted by a distant shatter followed by the raining of glass on the street. Peaking through the gap in the gate, you struggled to see anything, though you could hear a roar resounding around you. The forest green gate was torn from its hinges, pulled by an invisible force against a figure in white that crept along the street. You gasped in horror as the man in white took a blow from the hunk of metal. With your feet frozen in place, you waited and hoped to see the figure move, to no avail.

Another roar erupted from the crisp night air, a swirl of fog followed, appearing in the middle of the street. Stumbling back a little, a sob escaped your throat. Squeezing Tawaret in your arms, you felt huffs of hot, heavy breath fan your face, accompanied by a low, threatening growl. The street around you seemed empty, but the reflection in the puddle below your feet showed you otherwise. A lanky, gaunt creature stood on its hind legs in front of you. The creature's lack of fur allowed you to see the thin, greying skin that clung to its body.

Peering up into the empty street, and back down at the horrifying reflection, you couldn't help the warm liquid that had begun to leak out of your pants, trickling down your legs and seeping through your gown. Your eyes were watering within seconds, a painful lump in your throat as the reflection bore its large teeth and grey gums.

It continued to snarl at you, before it's attention was drawn by a clatter behind it.

"Come on you Muppet!" The figure in white stood metres behind him, his fists raised in front of him.

You struggled to tear your eyes from them as they fought. Eventually, the figure transformed and led the creature away, running across building tops.

The rumbling of a bike resounded around the street as it sped past you and away from the village.

Feet frozen in place, you were completely lost in thought until a harmony of voices called your name from behind you.

You twisted your body to face the crowd at the other end of the alley, your feet remaining firmly in place, not wanting to dirty yourself further.

Watching the figures scramble and call your name, you waited silently until a woman's eyes found you.

"Over here!" She called, taking a few hurried steps in your direction, before a hand stopped her, Arthur's tall shadow coming into view.

When you saw him, you couldn't help but break into a fit of cries. Feeling filthy and embarrassed you buried your head into your plush, listening as shards of glass rustled with each step he took towards you.

A calloused hand landed on your shoulder, before smoothing over your back as he pulled you into a hug.

"Hey, hey it's okay." He whispered, watching each tear roll down your cheek.

He briefly looked you over, ensuring that you hadn't been physically hurt, until he could make out the droplets that had rolled down your legs and landed on your feet. Your toes curled as you shrunk in on yourself.

"Oh Honey," he brought a hand to your cheek and wiped the tear stains.

Gazing around in the dim light, he stole a sheet of linen and wrapped it around you, before effortlessly picking you up, your legs almost reaching around his waist as he carried you home without a word.

After an hour was spent on bathing you in warm bubbly water and having a late dinner, Arthur sat on his chair by your bed, running the back of his knuckles over your cheek, smoothing his other fingers against a golden relic. He watched your back subtly rise and fall with each breath, not attempting to hide his grin. Placing the golden beetle onto the edge of the bed, he gently slid his fingers under your palms, encasing your hands in his. After a moment of simply admiring your fragile figure, he looked down at the pair of scales on his arm, as they tilted up and down. Each time they rocked, they steadied a little more, before they were almost at a complete balance.

Sure they weren't perfectly balanced yet, but they would be soon.

#fanfic #moon knight #ammit #arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #jake lockley #konshu #layla el faouly #marc spector #steven grant #tawaret #yandere #age regression

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writerfae · 2 years

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The Knights of the Alder- What if…

… Henry grew up knowing that he is a fae

His little brother laughed in delight as Henry made the leaves dance around him.

It was a little trick with the wind his mother had taught him, a game she used to play with her own sister when she was little.

He wasn’t supposed to use his magic out where people could see, but him and Aiden were alone in their mother’s garden and Henry thought a little trick to cheer the other boy up couldn’t hurt.

He watched as Aiden caught one of the leaves, clutching it between his hands and laughed at the toddler’s surprised gaze as he tried to show it to Henry but the leave flew away.

Suddenly a movement behind him caught Henry’s attention and startled about possibly being caught he stopped.

The gust of wind stopped with him and the leaves around Aiden fell to the ground like gentle rain.

Henry turned around to see who interrupted their play and was relieved when he saw that it was his mother.

“Henry, what did I tell you?” she said, crossing her arms like she always did when she scolded him, but the sparkle in her eyes and the soft uplift of her lips showed him that she wasn’t truly mad.

“No magic where people could see.” He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m sorry, mother. But Aiden was grumpy and no one was around so I thought…”

His mother made her way over to Henry and ruffled his hair. “It’s okay my little crow. No one but us saw. And you did good.”

Henry smiled to himself. His mother picked up Aiden, picking a stray leave out of his hair.

“Did you two have fun?” Aiden answered with a delighted squeal and Henry nodded eagerly. Ranva laughed.

“That’s good. But now come inside. It’s time for this little guy to drink his milk.” She tapped Aiden’s nose.

Then she turned to her eldest son. “And you need your special drink too. It’s time again.” She smiled fondly at Henry.

„Oh,“ Henry said quietly, making a face just thinking about the bitter potion he had to drink every month. „Already?“

His mother chuckled.

„Don’t worry. Isleen said I should tell you she made it extra sweet this time. Not as bitter as the last one.“

„She said that last time too and it still tasted horrible,“ Henry complained quietly, but he followed his mother inside anyway.

After Aiden was comfortably settled in his high chair, happily sipping at his milk, his mother lifted Henry to sit on the counter.

She only ever allowed him to do that when she made him hot milk with honey when he couldn’t sleep or on days like these, where he had to drink his “special drink”.

When he was as little as Aiden, he yet didn’t understand what that special drink was, or what was so special about the potion his mother gave him to drink regularly.

He only knew that it tasted bitter. But now that he was old enough, he finally knew.

He had to take it for the same reason why he couldn’t use his magic: to hide what he truly was from the people of the village.

Henry had always known that he was different.

He could hear the wind sing and notice the weather change, he had sharper senses than most kids his age and heard the forest call for him at night.

And when he tried to concentrate on his reflection in the creek hard enough, he could see the pointed tips of his ears, usually tugged away behind the magic of the potion his mother made him drink.

Fair fae, people like him were called. Children of the trees.

His mother was one, too, and she taught him everything she knew. But she also taught him how to hide all that.

That’s what the potion was for. It hid away his pointed ears so no one in the village could see them.

Henry was used to it by now, but sometimes it still made him sad.

“Why do the villagers don’t like fae, mother?” he asked as she handed him the little flask with the light blue liquid.

His parents had taught him that there was nothing wrong with being different, yet he had to hide away this part of him from the villagers of their town. He wasn’t quite sure if he understood that.

His mother sighed.

“They don’t dislike fae, my dear. They just don’t… understand us. And when humans don’t understand something, especially those that are like the people of our village, they are weary of it. And sometimes that weariness turns into something ugly.”

She lifted Henry’s chin up. “I just don’t want anyone here to think badly of you or me, just because they can’t understand us. That’s why we drink this admittedly awful tasting potion.”

She held up her own potion and made a face, which made Henry giggle. But then her face turned serious again.

“I know that it’s not fair to ask you to hide this part of you. Cause it is a wonderful part of this wonderful boy,” she grabbed his hand that wasn’t holding the potion.

“But if we want to stay together as a family, it’s a price we have to pay. Do you understand?”

Henry nodded. “Yes mother.”

She smiled sadly. “Good. I’m really sorry that you can’t tell anyone who you truly are, I know you wish you could. But know that you’ll always have me to talk to about it. And your father, too.”

Ranva kissed her son’s cheek, who smiled in return. She bumped her own potion against Henry’s, their own little toast, and together they emptied the flasks.

To Henry’s surprise it really didn’t taste that bad this time. A little bit like apples.

“Oh,” his mother seemed almost as surprised as him. “Isleen keeps getting better at making this drinkable.”

She laughed and as always her laugh infected Henry and even Aiden in his chair babbled away happily.

He too was done with his drink by now. Henry made his way over and lifted Aiden out of his chair before he could grow impatient, holding him.

The little boy giggled and reached for Henry’s ear. Henry wondered if he could see its pointed tip while the potion wasn’t yet unfolding its full power.

He leaned his head to the side to free his ear from the tight grip of Aiden’s hand.

His little brother pouted and Henry looked at him, eyes fond. “Will I at least be able to tell him?” he asked.

He couldn’t stand the thought of having to hide from Aiden, too.

His mother smiled. “Of course you will. Some day, when he’s old enough to understand.”

She reached out to ruffle Aiden’s hair, who still tried to climb his brother and reach for his ear again, tiny hand fisted into Henry’s shirt.

Henry looked down to his feet. “And what if he will hate me then?”

As if Aiden noticed his brother’s concern, he stopped trying to reach for his ears and put his hand on Henry’s cheek instead, looking up to him with wide sparkling eyes.

Henry smiled.

“Aiden is your brother, dear,” his mother said softly. “He will love you no matter what.”

She cupped Henry’s other cheek with her hand, making him look up to her.

“We’re a family. Other people might not understand, and that’s why we have to hide the truth from them. But around us, you’ll always be safe.”

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#this turned mostly into me giving us all what we deserve: more toddler Aiden #and once again this is a possibility I truly considered for the story that hasn’t quite let go of me yet #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #what if series #writing #my writing #also I’m back at it again with the spoiler

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farore-or-less · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for all the love on this post yesterday! Here’s a continuation of that moment between Link and Zel sleeping in a hammock for my multi-chapter fic; Forgotten Instincts

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“In the dream I was yelling for you, but you weren’t there and I couldn’t remember why. I got… I got scared.”

And just like that, Zelda’s not laughing anymore. This new Link; revived knight turned feral wild child, never fails to make her melt, to make her heart ooze out of its cage like warm honey, to turn her into a complete and utterly foolish sap and it was a Goddess bearing miracle Zelda has held out from kissing him for so long, but she doesn’t hold back now.

Leaning in wholeheartedly, Zelda closes her eyes and brushes her nose against his own, indulging in the way his breath catches on her lips, the way his hand flattens on her back, right before she kisses him. It’s soft and sleepy, guiding his lips with a tenderness that aims to be the antidote for his midnight restlessness, finding perfect solitude in kissing and cuddling, hidden in their swaying hammock. He sighs sweetly, hand trailing up her spine slowly, and presses back into her mouth with a fervent longing that has Zelda’s other senses failing.

She always prided herself to have excellent hearing, to pick up every whisper and rumor and comment that occurred behind the Princess’s back. She always had a keen sense of her surroundings; vision like a hawk determining every detail, but as Link showers her with languid kisses and holds her close, Zelda’s other senses give out completely. She can’t hear anything. The sounds from the loud crickets hiding in the grass have gone silent, loose pebbles seeming to pause mid-air falling into Lake Totori, the sound of the breeze whistling through the vertical village have all but succumbed to fingertips grazing over fabric and his soft, raspy breathing caught between her lips. She can’t feel the bite of the Tabantha cold nipping at her cheeks, nor the gentle rocking of their hammock. It’s only Link—the scent of summer wheat and forest pine, with wet lips on sensitive skin and the warmth radiating off him.

Suddenly, Link takes a sharp inhale and pulls away and Zelda finds herself chasing after him, reaching out and wanting more kisses, but it doesn’t take long to realize why he retracted—the anxiety peeking out behind tired eyes and quivering lips says it all. He’s timid, nervous and afraid of what typically follows a kiss, events that seem to unfold between lovers when they’re alone, and she wants to tell him that it’s okay, that he has nothing to worry about, but maybe tonight; freckled skin basked in moonlight and voices cocooned within their hammock as Rito archers sleep soundly nearby, maybe it’s not the right time.

“Goodnight, sweetie.” Zelda’s voice sounds as soft as the ending of a children’s tale.

He blinks slowly, allowing the gentleness of her words to lull him back to sleep, but before he falls completely, he leans back in and kisses her. Always ardent. Always a little wild, but the sway of feathers in a breeze or the ripples of water in a creek are nothing compared to how serene he kisses her. His eyes stay closed when their lips part and he whispers; “my lady.”

#loz fic #loz botw #loz #botw #botw fic #Zelda Fanfiction #fanfiction #fan fiction #zelink fanfiction #zelink #zelink fic #forgotten instincts #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 writer #Link and Zelda #zelda and link #legend of zelda #zelda

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sireniana · 3 years

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@theboarsbride commanded it.

For generations we've told tales of monsters. Monsters that bite, monsters that laugh, monsters that destroy.

But what about monsters that love?

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The morning is still, the only clouds to be seen are the relatives of cotton balls, watching our little down with fluffy disinterest.

I can hear birds from the cabin, but very soon, yes-

The village is stirring now, like a pot about to boil. It is almost choosing day.

But I push this fact quickly into the darkest corners of my mind, where fears and long forgotten trespasses lurk, what have I to do with choosing day?

Throwing on my usual grey dress, I dart down the stairs, missing the last two and landing prostrate on the floor. Looking for all the world like I worshipped the dining room table.

"Morning my little klutz." I hear from somewhere behind the pages of this morning's newspaper.

"Morning, Local Goat Escapes and Causes Chaos." I snark back, reading the front page with amusement. My Father lays down the fluttering sheets and attempts to look stern. In this endeavor he fails miserably.

"Oh get out of here, you little miscreant, don't you have shopping you've been dying to attend to?"

I bear my teeth in a wolf's smile. "If I'm a miscreant, what does that make you, Mr. Fifty Percent of My genetics? But you are right, I have much more important things to do than argue with a senior citizen."

Around his blustered defenses of his noble age, I manage to kiss his cheek and get out of the door, narrowly dodging a well-aimed throw pillow.

It turns out the pillows are not the only things I have to dodge, as the town square is filled to bursting with people. Selling fabrics, food, even some entirely too expensive pieces of tech. I focus my attention on the fabric, burying my brain in the lengths of cotton and polyester, silk, too, seemingly having been brought for-

Well, there's no point thinking about that anymore.

"Well there, honey, you look like you'd just seen Lord Moreau himself."

I breathe out for the first time in minutes. Lily O'donnel is a strange woman, but she shares one trait with the rest of the village: the intrinsic, deeply felt desire to talk about The Four Lords.

"No, just the price on this silk." I tease, carefully putting down the red silk I had been staring at absentmindedly.

"Ha! These uppity school girls will do anything to impress the Lady, they think it's some sort of sign of honor to be chosen by her." Her raspy voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper.

I flinch slightly, of all the conversations to be having, Lily chose this one.

"Yes, well, I better be off!" I squeak, darting back into the whirlpool of moving bodies.

Must be a good day for business, I thought, on bad days she only discusses weather, or whose daughters were getting married to whose sons.

Glancing around, hopeful for another fabric stall, my eyes caught on the platform being erected at the edge of the square.

I whirled, marched until I couldn't feel eyes on my back, and ran. The colors swirl by as fallen branches tried to catch me, like the arms of a mother whose child is trying to flee. After what feels like an eternity (thanks to my extremely out of shape self) I collapse by my brook.

My Mother used to tell stories of this little creek. I remember them with a smile.

-Once upon a time-

"There was a noble doctor who wanted nothing more than to serve those around him, even at his own expense. After years of loving care toward his patients, they noticed that the good doctor was acting very oddly.

His old interest in the water seemed to have become obsession, as he was constantly seen splashing about in any body of wate-"

"Like our creek, Mama?"

"Exactly, my dear."

"Anyway, as time went on, the doctor was seen less and less, until, poof! He vanished like he had never been there at all!"

"What happened to him?!" I cried.

My Mother would smile, a little sadly, and bring me over to the window.

"He became a monster, sweetness, just like all the others. That is why you mustn't touch that brook."

"Why?" I always asked, shakily.

"He will sense it my dear, and a monster could only be bad news for any maiden such as yourself."

"But I think he needs a friend." I muttered sadly, as she returned to her sewing.

I always felt a sense of sorrow for the poor man whose fate had been so cruel.

♥️

#Moreau #Salvatore moreau #Beauty and the beast #My writing #Batb #Resident evil #Resident evil 8 #Resident evil village #My oc

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pigeoncoffee · 5 years

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ultimate single word island names list

as you all know i loved single word town names on new leaf.. whilst ive been brainstorming names for my new horizons island i’ve compiled the ultimate single word island names list!

enjoy!

Ocean/water words: • Brook • Bay • Boat • Canal • Coral • Cove • Creek • Current • Deep • Dock • Drench • Driftwood • Drip • Drain • Gulf • Kelp • Lake • Marine • Pond • Reservoir • River • Rinse • Rill • Rockpool • Sail • Sailboat • Scuba • Spring • Snorkel • Stream • Sea • Seaweed • Seabed • Surf • Swamp • Tarn • Tide • Tidepool • Water • Yacht

Summer/Beach words: • Coast • Conch • Dock • Dune • Harbour • Palmtree • Pier • Summer • Sand • Sandcastle • Shell • Seaside • Shore • Sunburn • Sunscreen • Wharf • Vacation • Voyage

Fish/Aquatic animal words: • Barnacle • Clam • Carp • Crab • Eel • Fin • Flounder • Herring • Limpet • Lobster • Mackerel • Otter • Oyster • Plankton • Salmon • Scallop • Shark • Shrimp • Starfish • Stingray • Squid • Sunfish • Tadpole • Trout

Animal/habitat words: • Antler • Ant • Anthill • Burrow • Bee • Beehive • Bumble • Barn • Bat • Bug • Cobweb • Den • Fleece • Fur • Gull • Hive • Hornet • Honeybee • Ladybug • Ladybird • Nest • Paddock • Raven • Roost • Rook • Seagull • Snail • Toad • Web

Plant/flowers words: • Aloe • Bud • Bamboo • Bloom • Clover • Cosmos • Daffodil • Fern • Heather • Lily • Lilypad • Leaf • Lotus • Orchid • Orchard • Palm • Petal • Primrose • Rose • Stem • Seed • Sprout • Tulip • Wilt • Wilted

Forest words: • Acorn • Birch • Branch • Bramble • Bark • Chestnut • Elm • Elder • Fir • Grove • Juniper • Maple • Oak • Sycamore • Stump • Sap • Sapling • Spruce • Tree • Twig • Thicket • Wood • Yew

Other outdoor words: • Acre • Bury • Barren • Cavern • Cave • Cliff • Coal • Dale • Dell • Earth • Field • Fossil • Garden • Hill • Henge • Hedge • Isle • Island • Lawn • Leaves • Mountain • Meadow • Marsh • Moor • Moss • Nature • Peak • Pebble • Rock • Root • Stone • Shire • Thorn • Uproot • Vale • Valley • Vineyard

Food words: • Avocado • Berry • Butter • Chai • Cider • Cake • Coffee • Coconut • Currant • Egg • Eggshell • Eggnog • Fig • Fudge • Honey • Honeycomb • Icecream • Jam • Jelly • Lemon • Mushroom • Muffin • Mocha • Nut • Pancake • Pear • Pea • Pie • Peanut • Pickle • Popsicle • Radish • Rice • Raisin • Rum • Sesame • Sushi • Syrup • Toast • Walnut

Herb/spices names: • Basil • Chive • Cinnamon • Clove • Dill • Fennel • Herb • Mustard • Nutmeg • Parsley • Saffron • Sage • Spice • thyme

Calm words: • Airy • Away • Awe • Aura • Calm • Drowsy • Dream • Hope • Haven • Haze • Lazy • Lull • Nurture • Quiet • Relax • Rest • Safe • Soft • Serene • Slumber • Silent • Yawn

Cosy Words: • Blanket • Boots • Cotton • Cosy • Cinder • Flannel • Glove • Knit • Knitted • Mitten • Quilt • Raincoat • Sweater • Slipper • Teapot • Teacup • Warmth • Weave • Woven • Yarn

Cute words: • Adore • Blush • Bonny • Cupid • Cuddle • Dainty • Delicate • Ethereal • Fluff • Giggle • Glitter • Lovely • Precious • Sweet • Wonder

City/Town/Building words: • Cabin • Camp • Campsite • Cottage • Home • House • Igloo • Inn • Loft • Mill • Market • Park • Road • Shelter • Street • Tunnel • Tavern • Village • Ville

Weather/time of day words: • Blizzard • Dusk • Dawn • Draft • Drizzle • Downpour • Fog • Flood • Flurry • Gust • Hail • Humid • Mist • Misty • Midnight • Noon • Night • Overcast • Rain • Rainfall • Raindrop • Rainbow • Rise • Storm • Soleil • Sunset • Sun • Season • Sleet • Typhoon • Thunder • Weather • Wind

Seasonal words: Spring/Easter: • April • Crisp • Dew • Dewdrop • Easter • Farm • Farmyard • Floral • Florist • Flourish • Grow • Growth • Hatch • June • Plantpot

Autumn/Halloween: • Afraid • Bale • Bonfire • Cackle • Casket • Creep • Coffin • Costume • Carve • Cemetery • Chilling • Disguise • Eerie • Fall • Fright • Frighten • Firework • Grave • Ghoul • Ghost • Grim • Gore • Hay • Harvest • Howl • Haunt • Haunted • Halloween • Lantern • Morbid • November • Phantom • Rake • Strange • Scream • Scare • Spook • Tomb • Trick • Wicked • Witch • Warlock • Zombie

Winter/Christmas: • Arctic • Chill • Carol • Elf • Festive • Frost • Frostbite • Firewood • Gift • Garland • Holly • Holiday • Ice • Iced • Icy • Icicle • Jingle • Jolly • Merry • Noel • Nativity • Ornament • Present • Reindeer • Rudolph • Scrooge • Sleigh • Snow • Skate • Snowman • Snowball • Stocking • Tinsel • Winter • Wreath • Yule • Yulelog

Mystical words: • Amulet • Cauldron • Chalice • Conjure • Coven • Charm • Cherub • Enchant • Fairy • Fairies • Gargoyle • Goblet • Goblin • Golem • Gnome • Hidden • Hex • Imp • Myth • Nymph • Potion • Spirit • Sprite • Spell • Secret • Shadow • Siren • Wand • Wander

Gem stone words: • Amethyst • Amber • Jasper • Jade • Onyx • Opal • Sapphire • Topaz • Quartz

Colour words: • Bronze • Blush • Fuchsia • Hazel • Ivory • Linen • Ochre • Pale • Peach • Pewter • Sepia • Seafoam • Tawny

Space words: • Aurora • Asteroid • Cosmic • Crescent • Eclipse • Gravity • Luna • Mercury • Meteor • Moon • Nebula • Orbit • Planet • Solar • Star • Venus • Zodiac

Direction words: • Around • Across • Above • East • Far • North • Over • South • Under • West

Other words: • Ash • Ablaze • Beam • Backpack • Dust • Ever • Edge • End • Echo • Cranny • Comb • Frail • Gutter • Hole • Lune • Lush • Letter • Nimble • Nook • Old • Plain • Paper • Rinse • Range • Ridge • Rust • Rusted • Rot • Rotted • Silk • Set • Settle • Sponge • Swelter • Swell • Smog • Urn • Umbrella • Vain • Vile • View • Way • World

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