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x1702x · 4 months

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Lauda Finem

A/N: Yep this is that Micolash and Eli fic I'm working on, waiting for Ao3 to confirm my account so I can post it there

Word Count: 816

CH 1/?

RESTITUTIO AD INTEGRUM

“Recover at its fullest”

The provost of Mensis was at his desk absorbed by a tome, not taking his eyes off the printed words on paper while his hands fidgeted with his pen, hovering over messy notes and nonsensical diagrams. He mumbled to himself, fascinated by his small findings as he read. A silver tray laid aside on his desk, ignored. It was a meal that had cooled down. As usual, Micolash got too invested in his work and tended to forget simple things such as drinking water, sleeping and having meals. Due to his involuntary negligence, his health had wilted time and time again, giving his peers many scares for his health.

His head felt numb but he just had to stay up just a little more. He swore to himself that it would be just one page more, he was so close- Thus the door creaked open. A figure emerged from the corridor and entered the room. A faint scent of rosemary filled Micolash’ nostrils, soothing him a little. The sound of steps slowly approached his desk, a warm presence engulfed him. Micolash’s sight turned towards it: Long and curly red hair that gently rested on shoulders, pale skin, freckles, thick eyelashes, green eyes and small glasses. Doctor Eli Fauchard, his assistant. With a soft thud, a handbag was left on the desk. Micolash averted his gaze. The Doctor saw the untouched tray of food and clicked his tongue.

— “Skipping meals again?” — Eli asked, his tone had a hint of worry. Micolash leaned back on his seat, finally taking his eyes fully off the book. — “I was saving it for later. Am I in trouble now, Doctor?”— The Provost inquired, a slight grin forming in his face. Eli rolled his eyes and put the tray away on another table, right next to the terrarium where Micolash kept some specimens. He returned to the desk, opening his handbag. — “Quite, I’ve told you many times that having your meals is important, but it seems that my warnings are to no avail. I’m sure you weren’t saving it for later, you don’t like your soup cold, do you?”— Eli finally faced him, scrunching his nose upon seeing Micolash’ sorry state. Micolash shrugged. — “You never know.”— He mumbled as Eli took out his equipment. He pointed at his bag with curiosity.

— “A checkup, I assume.”— He added.

— “Yes.”— Eli quickly replied, noticing Micolash’ eyebags and frowning.

— “My...You better not be losing sleep again...I don't want to overdose you with sedants, you need to have some actual rest.” — Eli added, pulling out a stethoscope. Micolash adjusted his position on his chair, unbuttoning his shirt a little, exposing his chest. Eli pressed the cool stethoscope against Micolash’s skin, making the latter lightly shiver. — “You’re quite overbearing, are you not?”— Micolash jokes. Eli only replied with a hum, as he was focused on his task at hand. After a few seconds, he removed the stethoscope from Micolash’s chest, buttoning his shirt back up. — “You're quite the fuss pot, you worry too much, like a mother, but I'll humor you.” — Micolash laughed, taking a lax attitude towards his worrying health.

Eli took out a thermometer, placing it on Micolash’ mouth. — “Be quiet for a bit…”— He waited and took it out of Micolash’s mouth. Eli frowned upon seeing the temperature marked. — “As I expected, a fever. I think you should lay down.” — Eli helped Micolash to stand up, to which Micolash complained a little, not wanting to be taken away from his work. Once he was tucked in his bed, Micolash began feeling how his ailment finally took a toll on him. He sighed, looking at his caretaker with a hint of appreciation. Eli kept rummaging through his handbag and pulled out a bottle of sedant, setting it on Micolash’s bedside table. He then opened it and handed it to Micolash to take. Once he had gulped it down, Eli retrieved it and put it back inside his bag.

— “I'm impressed by how much you seem to care about my wellbeing.” — Micolash mumbled feverishly as he stirred in his sheets, giving Eli a tired glance from the pillow.

— “No one would. Not even yourself.” — Eli replied, his tone slightly cold as he closed his medicine bag with a soft click.

Micolash closed his eyes tiredly, listening to Eli’s movements attentively, hearing the rattling of utensils on the silver tray, Eli had picked it up. — “Goodnight, Micolash.”— The Doctor said as he made his way to blow off the lamp on Micolash’s desk, giving a quick peek at his notes before doing so. Micolash’s eyes opened a little, taking in Eli’s gentle movements across the room, wondering what went on inside his head, and slowly drifting to sleep once Eli left the room for the night, finally able to put his mind at rest.

#Yep Micolash is a frail victorian child #Booo fags go home #wip #or whatever idk they are being a bit silly #implied guillaume ofc #guillaume is inside the terrarium guys #wip fic #fanfiction #fanfic #bloodborne #bloodborne fanfiction #bloodborne oc #bloodborne micolash #micolash #micolash host of the nightmare #oc x canon #guillaume the augur #lauda finem

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tourettesdog · 2 months

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It's been awhile since I've done any fic recs, so--

have some DPxDC and Danny Phantom fic recs!

DPxDC fics:

what was lost, found again by Halfagone

I just started reading this one and I'm only a couple of chapters in so far, but I already love it. Halfa is so good at writing angst, and I love the concept of Danny just finding Jason like this.

Textonymous Ltd. by LialeeEderian

A DPxDC + Miraculous Ladybug crossover. This one's a chatfic that has a lot of fun details and plot in it!

We're Coming Home by AKelaNakamura

An incredibly sweet (sfw) omegaverse fic. I love how oblivious Jason is in this, and the hurt/comfort is so good.

I Chose to Close My Eyes by TheWritingOwl

This one was written for a recent writing game in the HH server and ooooh the angst. I love the progression of the story in this one.

Silence by Finemeal

Oof this oneshot's got some good, good angst. Very somber vibes.

Snow Superstitions by halfagone

Halfa writes such good Danny/Tim fics. This one's somber and sweet <3

Makin' My Way to You by DisillusionedDanny

Demon twins/siblings is still one of my favorite tropes in this crossover and I love the idea of them going to find each other when shit hits the fan.

The Stiches That Bind Us Together by Die_Erlkonigin6083

Identity shenanigans AND sickfic?? Yes fucking please. I love it.

It's Just a Name by Dogometer

The shenanigans. The identity shenanigans. The slow build, just-- and it's Tim/Danny too. Perfect.

To Fail to Succeed by nerdpoe

This one was really neat, having Bruce get affected by the portal in a way that kind of mirror's Jasons situation.

Fingers on the Pulse of your (sometimes) beating Heart by Milaley

Milma has only just started this one and I'm already Feral over it. I might be biased, but STILL

Wrong Number by pipertia

Wrong number fics/accidental calls my BELOVED. Love the concept a lot.

Danny Phantom fics:

Caught on Camera by AttacusAbacus

This one is really neat. I love the idea of trail cams being used to investigate ghost stuff in Amity Park.

Late Night Hangout by Carelisswriting

Another really sweet savant par one. I love the exploration of their characters in this.

Danny Vs. A Boeing by Danesincry, Spookberry

This one is SO damn cute and fun; I love savant par, and I adore the art that goes along with this.

Blobs of Love by blobghost

I adore identity reveals, no one knows AU, and blob ghost shenanigans. Just-- yes.

Laundry Day by SummersSixEcho

Such a simple idea (ectoplasm staining clothes) that makes for such a neat oneshot. I love it.

A Familiar Taste of Poison by AKelaNakamura

Akela writes the Far Frozen yetis SO fucking sweet. I adore the transformation stuff in this as well <3

Alligator by DizzlyPuzzled

Good GIW agents is such a fun thing to read and explore. Such a sweet take

Phantom Phuckery by nanaarchy

I love a good chatfic. Finding a long one like this is such a treat.

The Apocalypse Club by dumbdpaus

This one has some really nice focus on side characters that don't usually get a chance to shine! And in such a neat way.

Sakura by SirenSecondWind

The ideas in this one live rent free in my mind.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #fic recs #dpxdc fic recs #danny phantom fics #phanphic #fanfic #dog barks

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theredshirtsarecoming · 3 months

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First Meetings Who Wrote That Masterlist!

So I hosted a awesome game of WWT with the prompt of first meetings in the @haunting-heroes-creative-games and these are all the fics that came out of it.

the deal about favors by @halfagone

My Nightmares Are a Reality by @finemeal

can you play me a memory by @leithlovesyou

Enchanted (Danny's Version) by @krismiss-cos

Not the Truth We'd Been Seeking by @deathlysilent13

Sparks Fly Whenever You Smile by @disillusioneddanny

Something Known That Was Lost by @akela-nakamura

Disconnected by @seaglass-skies

What Once Was Lost by @arzuera

I Chose to Close My Eyes by @thewritingowl

Inevitable by savvybean

Nice To Know You by @summerssixecho

the hazmat suit by @nikki-pondtheauthor

Lessons on travel planning Nr. 1 - Setting a destination by @sherry-a-h

The World Ends a Year from Tomorrow by @noir-renard

I'll keep you safe in my arms, no matter the cost by @theredshirtsarecoming

Ghosted in Chat (but not like that) by @susiron

The consequences of committing to the bit by @the-kqueeg

Oh Wonder Child by @tathartiel

Tip and Fall by @castrian-amore

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #who wrote that #wwt

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haunting-heroes-creative-games · 2 months

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DPxDC Writing & Art Games

Hosted by members at the Haunting Heroes Discord Server

Have you seen our masterposts compiling amazing stories from games such as "Who Wrote That?" (WWT)? Have you heard of "Guess That Artist (GTA)?" Do you want to learn more about upcoming games that are hosted in our discord server?

Then this post's for you!!

The games listed here are all hosted by members of our server. To play, the only requirement is to be a member of the server and follow each game's prompt and guidelines. Most of the games listed are for "WWT" or "Who Wrote That?", a game brought to us by the amazing @arzuera where you have to figure out the author of a short story/excerpt. You can find more info about how to play in this link.

All the dates and games can be subject to change as the host considers.

Remember that to join the Haunting Heroes DPxDC server, you must be 18+ years old and send a message to this blog asking how to join [all the details about how to join are here).

We'll be sharing more masterposts and memes with all the shenanigans we have in these games ^^

💠 Last Update: Mar 28, 2024

Past Games

WWT: Wingfic (January) - Hosted by finemeal - Complete

WWT: First Meetings (February) - Hosted by theredshirtsarecoming - Complete

GTA: Through the Screen (March) - Hosted by noir-renard - Complete (masterlist coming soon)

Ongoing Games

WWT: Reverse Robins (March) - Hosted by leithlovesyou - Ongoing

GTA: Lesser Known Fics/Writers - Hosted by Arzu - Ongoing (Submissions open all April)

Future Games

WWT: April's Fools (TBC)

WWT: NSFW Edition (Submissions: April 5-May 5)

WWT: Vampires (May)

WWT: Indulgent Edition (May)

WWT: Team Edition (June)

WWT: Soulmates AU (June)

WWT Mer AU (Summer)

WWT Demon Twins (August)

Who Created That: Tarot (October) - Open to writers & artists

WWT Secret Santa (Nov/Dec)

#haunting heroes #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc #haunting games #who wrote that #wwt

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eri-223 · 2 months

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writing patterns (tag game)

tagged by the talented and magical @dreamcrow

list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics, and see if there's a pattern.

The Dark Presence killed <♾️ versions of Warlin Door instantly. — Backstage (Alan Wake 2, Door/Various)

2. To my lustrous colleague, As far as Sathona is concerned, you are a “devil.” — eulogy (Destiny 2)

3. Eris’ old room at the Tower had been empty for years. — Nostos (D2)

4. Earth rumbled, sending stone skittering across the ice-cold hallway. — gesture activated (HZD, Aloy/Sylens)

5. When Saga fell into the Dark Place, the lights in the talk show studio were on. — if you can tap your foot to it (AW2)

6. “I can do this myself.” — Lauda Finem (Quantum Break drabbles, Martin Hatch/Various)

7. When the Guardians breach Oryx’s throne world, Ir Halak wonders whether she should warn Oryx her father. — Invasion (D1)

8. The practice was done, the drills over, the rewards earned. — the latest Destiny 2 drabble (Eris/Toland)

9. “I will not tithe to you,” said Toland the Shattered, and Eris Morn’s heart gladdened for it. — Ablution (D2, Eris/Toland)

10. The designer of Regional Control Center 9 had installed three doors between the wilderness and the workshop before the Faro swam ate the world. — Signal in Static (HFW, Aloy/Sylens)

Wow, weird that ten brings us exactly back to Signal. Mostly I'd call these opening lines "scene setting" as opposed to dialogue or pure prose. The best of all of them, I think, is Invasion's first line: the character, the setting and what the character wants are all established very quickly. The same is true of the opening line in Signal, but not unless you've read the rest of the series and know about how these people think about doors.

tagging

@virusq

@xivu-arath

@synnthamonsugar

@flowers-of-io ... plus anyone who wants it!

#writings #everything I'd usually tag for is spelled out in the body hopefully

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ryuzatodraws-archive · 10 months

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Respice Finem was heartbreaking, raw, complex, awesomely written. So much feelings for Primo, it BROKE me. Congratulations

Thank you for reading it! It took me so long to write it because I was trying to figure out his inner turmoil thing that’s going on without it sounding like I just like to torture the poor old guy

And writing about the subject just because.

It’s definitely not that, is it a main focus? Probably, but it’s a drive throughout the story

It’s definitely not a “writer wrote this because they’re horny” definitely not, (I need to clarify this) not all fic are meant to be horny

#but thank you for reading it! it means a lot

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doiefy · 1 year

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before the year ends, I ust wanted to let you know I read respice finem earlier in the year while I was sick as fuck with the stomach bug. I haven’t recovered from it. I think about it every now and then but it’s been on my mind lately. I haven’t been able to find a fanfic as detailed and vivid as respice finem. The plot, the words, the ost 😭. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I was conflicted on who to root for. Johnny deserved better! Also the songs where insane, thank you for the time and dedication to this fic!

im 🥺🥺🥺💕💕 AWH anon this is so sweet, thank you!! to this day i think respice finem is still my fav fic i've written, so i'm glad you enjoyed it. that stomach bug sounds awful, hope it's nothing too serious considering it's lasted so long :((( do take care of yourself and get it checked out if things get worse! and hydration is sexy so drink lots of water <33

#anon #replies

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ryuzatodraws-backup · 41 minutes

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#36 for the fanfic ask!

What fic are you proudest of

Respice Finem - I worked on this for like a week straight with so many brainstorming with friends. It’s weirdly cathartic and when I finished it it’s like my whole body was SO exhausted I have to take another week break

Another one I’m proud of is Inks And Roses, it’s just a simple stranger to lovers thing but I kinda like how I pace things with it

#ask game

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neonun-au · 2 years

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you should read peach tree by hannie-dul-set!! its long and fits the bill i think dkfnjkf i think its around 60k with both released parts! then there's luvdsc who has written pussy blocked at its pretty long too, if the stars could sing by lebrookestore, respice finem by doiefy and this one jaehyun fic by wincore but i forgot the name ><

i have read pussy blocked before ! not the sort of plot im after at the moment, but a good fic for sure!

respice finem ah :')))))))) ive been trying to get around to that one for SO long now hahahaha i probably going to venture that way after this other one i started lol

ill take a peek at the others too ! thank you for the recs :))) they're always appreciated~

#replies #anon #also if anyone else is interested in some fics......word of mouth is a good way to get recs !!!#but yes respice finem #because at dawn is my fave lol #and ive been meaning to read it literally since it came out

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finemeal · 3 months

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Under a Bench

Summary:

“The thing I hate most since coming here is the light pollution,” Danny says after a moment, wrapping his arms around his legs.

“You like stars?” Spider-Man gently prods.

Danny nods, staring at a dark, practically starless, sky.

“I wanted to be an astronaut,” Danny admits, squeezing his legs. “But I don’t think I’ll ever get to be where the stars are.”

“Why’s that?”

Danny rubs his palm against the fabric of his jeans.

Or: Danny's on the run from everyone and Spider-Man happens upon him under a bench in NYC.

#dp #dp x marvel #marvel #spider-man #danny phantom #ao3 #finemeal fics #ao3 fic #dpxmarvel

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x1702x · 4 months

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[Lauda Finem]

Summary:

The Provost of Mensis is a very busy man and puts his work over everything, a little sickness is nothing he should worry of. Afterall, it will pass, right?

A/N:

This is the updated version of the fic! Fixed and corrected for your enjoyment <3

CH: 1/?

Ao3

RESTITUTIO AD INTEGRUM

"Recover at its fullest”

The provost of Mensis was at his desk absorbed by a tome, fidgeting with his pen. He was studying a few bird cage diagrams, trying to emulate it on a paper he put aside. He mumbled to himself, fascinated by his small findings as he read. A silver tray sat to the side on his desk, ignored. It was a meal that had cooled down. As usual, Micolash got too invested in his work and tended to forget simple things such as drinking water, sleeping and having meals. Due to his involuntary negligence, his health had wilted time and time again, giving his peers many scares for his health. He has brushed it off countless times, he had better things to focus on rather than a common sickness.

His head felt numb but he just had to stay up just a little more. He swore to himself that it would be just one page more, he was so close-

The door creaked open. A figure emerged from the corridor and entered the room.

A faint scent of rosemary filled Micolash’ nostrils, soothing him a little. The sound of steps slowly approached his desk, a warm presence engulfed him. Micolash’s sight turned towards him: Long and curly red hair that gently rested on shoulders, pale skin, freckles, thick eyelashes, green eyes and small glasses. Doctor Eli Fauchard, his assistant. With a soft thud, a handbag was left on the desk. Micolash averted his gaze. The Doctor glanced at the untouched tray of food and clicked his tongue.

“Skipping meals again?” Eli asked, his tone had a hint of worry.

Micolash leaned back on his seat, finally taking his eyes fully off the book. Feeling a light flash of heat wash over his head, making him shift uncomfortably.

“I was saving it for later. Am I in trouble now, Doctor?” The Provost inquired, a slight grin forming in his face despite the lingering weakness he was now feeling.

Eli rolled his eyes and put the tray away on another table, right next to the terrarium where Micolash kept some specimens. He returned to the desk, opening his handbag.

“Quite, I’ve told you many times that having your meals is important, but it seems that my warnings are to no avail. I’m sure you weren’t saving it for later, you don’t like your soup cold, do you?”

Eli finally faced him, scrunching his nose upon seeing Micolash’ sorry state. Micolash shrugged.

“You never know,” He mumbled as Eli took out his equipment. He pointed at his bag with curiosity. “A checkup, I assume.” He added.

“Yes.” Eli quickly replied, noticing Micolash’ eyebags and frowning. His bedding seemed to be untouched, the rest of his whole room seemed untouched, actually. His desk was the only place that looked used.

“My...You better not be losing sleep again...I don't want to overdose you with sedatives. You need to have some actual rest.” Eli added, pulling out a stethoscope. Micolash adjusted his position on his chair, unbuttoning his shirt a little, Eli pressed the cool stethoscope against Micolash’s skin, making the latter lightly shiver.

“You’re quite overbearing, are you not?” Micolash joked.

Eli only replied with a hum, as he was focused on his task at hand. After a few seconds, he removed the stethoscope from Micolash’s chest and began buttoning his shirt back up.

“You're quite the fuss pot, you worry too much, like a mother, but I'll humor you.” Micolash laughed, taking a lax attitude towards his worrying health. He rubbed his temple with a grimace of pain.

Eli took out a thermometer, placing it on Micolash’ mouth.

“Be quiet for a bit…” He waited and took it out of Micolash’s mouth. Eli frowned upon seeing the temperature marked. “You’re running a fever. I think you should lay down.” Eli helped Micolash to stand up, to which Micolash complained a little, not wanting to be taken away from his work.

Once he was tucked in his bed, Micolash began feeling how his ailment finally took a toll on him. He sighed, looking at his caretaker with a hint of appreciation. Eli kept rummaging through his handbag and pulled out a bottle of sedatives, setting it on Micolash’s bedside table. He then opened it and handed it to Micolash to take.

Once he had gulped it down, Eli retrieved it and put it back inside his bag.

“I'm impressed by how much you seem to care about my wellbeing.” Micolash mumbled feverishly as he stirred in his sheets, giving Eli a tired glance from the pillow.

“No one would. Not even yourself.” Eli replied, his tone slightly cold as he closed his medicine bag with a soft click.

Micolash closed his eyes tiredly, listening to Eli’s movements attentively. He heard the rattling of utensils on the tray. Eli had picked it up.

“Goodnight, Micolash.” The Doctor said as he made his way to blow off the lamp on Micolash’s desk, giving a quick peek at his notes before doing so.

Micolash’s eyes opened a little, taking in Eli’s gentle movements across the room. He wondered what went on inside his head, probably brushing him off as frail and feeling satisfaction in being able to nurse him back to health like he’s a poor animal.

His eyes grew heavy and slowly drifted to sleep once Eli left the room for the night, finally able to put his mind at rest.

#lauda finem #oc x canon #fic #my fic #bloodborne #bloodborne fanfiction #micolash #micolash host of the nightmare #bloodborne micolash #bloodborne oc

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velvetchen · 7 years

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ad finem | pt. ii

[ back to masterlist ]

Scenario: Time Travel AU Pairing: Baekhyun/Reader Word Count: 3178 Rating: T (violence in later chapters)

Summary: When the Museum of Ancient History reveals its newest exhibit, you’re expecting a blast from the past. You just hadn’t counted on it being literal.

<< previous part x next part >>

“No,” Baekhyun mutters. “No way. Give me that-” he takes the dagger from you and clutches it tightly, his fingers running up and down. He shakes it, presses the little divots on the hilt. “What the hell. I’m hallucinating. There’s some, I don’t know, chloroform on this thing, we touched it and now we’re hallucinating. That’s it.”

The ground underneath you is too solid to be a dream. You shake your head. “I don’t think so, Baekhyun.”

“What, then? You think we actually went back in time? Don’t be an idiot, Y/N,” he scoffs. “This isn’t real.” He squints down at the dagger. “It can’t be.”

You purse your lips, watching him. As impossible as it sounds, you know what you felt. Something was special about that dagger. That energy, that power, was it magic? You know it, deep inside. You don’t doubt that traveling through time and space was exactly what you did. As impossible as it sounds. As much as you can’t wrap your head around it. As much as you don’t understand.

“Baekhyun,” you say. When he doesn’t respond - is he ignoring you? - you try again. “Baekhyun. Why don’t we figure out what we need to do to get out of here?”

His head snaps up to look at you. “Do you have a plan?” You flinch at the sudden hostility in his tone.

“No, but just - let’s try to think over it. What do we know about the dagger?”

He laughs incredulously. “Nothing? Nobody knows where it was forged, who created it, why it’s special. That’s why it’s so sensational.”

“Okay, but…” you wrack your brains. Running over everything the professor had said, every little detail of the pictures and the manuscripts he’d explained. “Hold on. Show me the dagger.” You take it from him, trailing your fingers into the arcane carvings that cover every inch. Over the dips in the handle. “Seven jewels,” you breathe, eyes wide as it hits you.

Baekhyun raises a brow. “Seven jewels…I hate to break it to you, but we don’t have those.”

“Hear me out, okay?” You huff, trying not to snap at him. “Seven jewels, seven locations picked for the museum exhibit. They were lost through history. What if we’re supposed to get them back? What if the dagger wants us to find them?”

“That’s pointless,” he argues. “We only have seven recorded locations. There are centuries between each of those. The jewels could have been lost absolutely anywhere.”

“It makes perfect sense, though, don’t you see? Why would the dagger bring us here if the jewel wasn’t here?” Letting out a small breath, you soften. “Maybe it could be anywhere, Baekhyun, but I feel like it’s here. I feel like this is what we’re supposed to do.”

He’s quiet for a long time. “I don’t trust instincts,” he says finally. “Much less yours.”

Ignoring his jab, you press on. “But you felt that, didn’t you? The dagger’s energy. There was no way you could explain that, and you still felt it.”

He sighs. Pauses. “Okay, so maybe you could be right about this. How would we even - theoretically - start to look for these jewels?” He stands, hands moving as he talks. “This is probably a huge city. There are hundreds of people who could have hidden it absolutely anywhere.”

You stand, too, dusting off your clothes. There’s a veil hanging around your face - you adjust it so it covers your hair, which has been pinned up in a twist. “Why don’t we get started?”

The street outside the alley is more vibrant than anything you’ve ever seen before. The path you’d taken lead up a hill, so sprawled out in the flat land below is the main bazaar, a street lined with haphazard stalls, shanties, and smaller brick buildings dotted throughout. There’s no layout, but narrow paths wind through the shops, shaded with heavy cloth dyed in multiple colors and patterns. Hawkers sit on rugs surrounded by their wares. You can hear the mess of noise, shouts in different languages as merchants call out to passerby.

As you exit the alley, you cross a man settled on a rug. Around him are pots full of spices of all kinds, small glass bottles of amber liquids. He leers at you out of the single eye peeking out from beneath his headpiece. “A pretty woman should have pretty perfume. Why not buy from me?”

To your shock, you can understand him perfectly - even though he’s speaking a garbled mix of medieval Spanish. From the look on Baekhyun’s face, he can understand it too. You choke out some kind of noise, and, grabbing Baekhyun’s hand, yank him away. You have no idea where this path leads; on one side of you is a tent-like wall of orange cloth, on the other, more shops.

“I can give you what you want for that dagger, Senor,” calls a raspy voice, and a craggy hand comes out of nowhere to pluck the dagger from Baekhyun’s loose grip. “Beautiful craftsmanship. What do you want in return? I have the finest silks from the Orient, jewelry from the Ottomans. Anything. For your woman, also.” The man steps out, a large grin on his face. He runs his fingers over the blade.

Baekhyun freezes. He stutters something, trying to grab for it. You still his hands. “No need, sir,” you say, and somehow - you’re speaking the same language. You don’t stop to think, instead holding your hand out to the man, stuttering a little before realizing the foreign words come to you without you having to try. “I’m not selling it.”

Reluctantly, he hands the dagger back. Your hands shake as you take it.

This time, when you hurry away, you manage to push into the main street. It’s almost as crowded as the bazaar, with people hurrying back and forth, the occasional group of men on horses trotting through. You have to nudge through the small crowds that gather at the bazaar stalls before you make it onto the street proper.

The first thing you see is the fort. Crowning a hill and overlooking the city is a line of red stone walls and towers, tall enough to hide what lies behind.

“What do you think?” you murmur to Baekhyun, who’s caught up to you.

“That?” He shields his eyes from the afternoon sun as he squints up. You glance at the dagger in your hand, then at the fort again.

“I think it’s as good a place as any to start looking,” you say, and you know you’re right. Something - is it the dagger? - is tugging you towards the fort, a taut string that calls out: follow me.

“Right,” Baekhyun says, and turns to you. “Hide that thing first, though. We can’t lose it. Here.” He pinches the draping material of your skirts. “It should be pretty secure under that fabric.”

You nod. Pulling the veil off your head, you wrap the dagger tightly and then tuck it in the band of your skirt, arranging the cloth so it hides the small bulge. “Let’s go.”

Making your way up to the fort is slow going. The street is narrow and crowded, packed with people of all kinds - horsecarts carrying covered wares, women in groups wending silently through, the occasional soldier in full regalia. None of them stop to look at you though, and you push through, careful to keep moving in the right direction.

At last, it looms above you: the al-Hamra, fortress of red dawn, as splendidly brilliant as you imagined. Even on the austere outer walls have rippling carved stonework, finer than embroidery. The walls are high and imposing this close to the base. The gates swarm with soldiers in different uniforms, and from here you can’t make out who is whom.

“Wait,” Baekhyun calls quietly, and pulls you into a small alcove between two buildings. “Now what?”

You realize you have no idea where to go next and wince, not meeting his eyes. “I, uh, I didn’t think this far ahead.”

He gives you an exasperated look. “So you were just going to stroll in there? Maybe stop to chat with a couple of soldiers? Waltz into the throne hall or whatever and ask the Sultan if he’s seen a mysterious ancient jewel-”

“Stop it,” you hiss. “Stop being so sarcastic, it’s not helping.”

“Stop being so reckless, it’s not helping either.”

You try to ignore the twinge in your chest at his words - he’d been polite before, but now it seemed like he’d rather be stuck with anyone else than you. “Why do you have to be so mean about it?”

He glares at you. “For starters, you got me stuck in fifteenth-century Spain.”

You splutter. “I what? What? Oh yeah, suddenly I gained mystical time travel powers and dumped us here for fun! You were the one who touched the stupid dagger, anyway.” You meet his stare with equal ferocity. If he was going to be insufferable, two could play that game.

“Fine,” he mutters after a tense silence, looking away from you. He glances at the dagger, tucked at your hip. “I have an idea.”

“We’re going to ‘waltz in and ask the Sultan?’”

He gives you a pointed look. “No. We’re going to disguise ourselves.”

“How original.”

“I - you - it’s not like you have a better idea.”

You sigh. “Okay, I admit I don’t.”

He hums, thinking, as he watches the soldiers milling around the base of the fortress. There are two groups you can make out, one in bright red uniform, the other in grey-brown, stalking at the gate, questioning anyone who passes.

“There,” Baekhyun says finally, pointing towards one of the side walls. Behind a hedge of firs is a small building with an open doorway, leading past the wall and into whatever’s beyond. People enter and leave - soldiers, women dressed in simple clothes.

“If I could get one of those robes, I would look like a soldier,” he says. Then he glances at you from head to toe, appraising your costume. You look down at what you’re wearing again. Compared to some of the other women you saw on the way, you’re dressed plainly, a solid mud-green linen skirt with none of the embellishments a woman of status would have. Your shoes are unworn but simple. “I think I could pass for a servant,” you muse.

“You could,” he agrees. “So here’s the plan. You go in first, you get me a disguise, and then we both go in together, okay?” He starts back towards the fort without waiting, and gripping your skirts to keep from falling, you rush to keep up, cursing him under your breath. How were you just supposed to get him a disguise?

Coming up behind the first ridge of firs, you watch the doorway through a gap in the trees. There aren’t many people there, and it’s hidden enough that you won’t be visible to the soldiers at the gate.

You swallow. “Do I have to go first?”

“Just do it, Y/N,” he whines, bouncing from impatience. “Go now, it’s empty.”

You ignore your racing heart and start forward, down the cobbled path that leads to the entrance. All you can do is hope nobody notices you’re different - the last thing you’d want is to be stuck in the past forever, tossed in a cell with no means of going back home. At least you’re the one with the dagger and not him. It’s a small comfort.

You keep your head down and walk slowly, trying not to draw attention to yourself, trying to mimic the walk of the other servant women - silent and graceful. Even for servants, they’re still more poised than you are.

Halfway down the path - no one’s noticed you yet. Your nerves lessen, and you speed up a little bit, glancing occasionally around you to make sure you stay invisible. Almost there…

“Hey!” yells a voice, and you stiffen, panicking, lifting your head slowly to find the source. One of the soldiers is striding towards you, hand clutching at the sword in his belt. “You!”

You point to yourself, eyes growing wide. “Me?” you choke out.

“Yes, you, what are you doing there! Don’t you know all hands are needed inside the palace?” He barks, face drawn tight and beet-red. “Stupid servant-girls, dallying when there’s work to be done. The delegation arrives today.”

He turns without another word - and to your relief, without a closer look at you - stalks off, hand still at his sword. You let out the breath you’ve been holding. Turning back, you scan the tree line for a glimpse of Baekhyun’s face, but it’s thick enough that you can’t make out anything.

You hurry back towards the doorway and slip through before you can hesitate; finding yourself in a narrow passageway that winds between the outer and inner walls of the fort, the ground uneven as it follows the curve of the mountain below.

Footsteps echo down the corridor behind you. Cursing, you pick up your skirts and start to run down the empty path ahead of you. The sound of them fades away as you move further, and soon you find yourself in an open plaza lined with the bustle of people hurrying from place to place, groups of men on horseback.To your right, the massive battlements stretch into the sky, tall and imposing, casting long shadows across the matching red stone of the courtyard.

Shaking your head, you frown. Focus. Where would you find a disguise? You circle the plaza’s edge, keeping close to the wall and peering into arches and open doorways. Every other one is either shut or leads into an empty room. You pause at a grander arch that leads into what seems to be a large court, and, gripping the edge of the arch, you peer down the length of it.

It’s massive - a hundred feet wide and even longer, paved in bright white marble that reflects the afternoon sunlight, turning the whole court into a vision. A long pool of water stretches out like a shimmering carpet to the far end of the court, where the far wall is a line of ornate scalloped arches that shade the passageways behind them. Every inch of the stone walls, even the pillars, is covered in intricately detailed carvings. On either side of the pool is a singular row of flora: orange trees, pomegranate trees, myrtle and rose. The floral scent hits you in a wave of sweetness.

It’s so beautiful your breath is taken away.

Here, it’s calm. There’s none of the crowd that swarmed the outside - the water in the pool is still enough that the surface is perfectly glassy, and underneath the surface is a fluttering plethora of gold-finned fishes. The only voices you can hear are hushed murmurs along the sides of the court, behind the trees. Somewhere beyond is the lapping of a fountain.

Dazed by the gentle elegance of the place, you start along the path at the side, gazing up at the trees in awe. The smell of them is strong here, their perfume wafting into you, cloying, making you dizzy.

A hand clamps down on your shoulder and you let out a shriek. Another hand covers your mouth at the noise.

“Quiet,” Baekhyun hisses, and your racing heart slows when you recognize him.

You whirl around, glaring at him. “For God’s sake, if you wanted me to stay quiet you shouldn’t have surprised me like that!”

He rolls his eyes. “And if you wanted to get rid of me, you should have actually tried. I thought you were going to help me, not escape on your own.” He says it sarcastically, but you see the slightest hint of relief in his eyes. He thought I was going to abandon him?

“I was going to help you,” you say, crossing your arms. “Don’t you trust me?”

“That’s the thing, I kind of don’t.” Ouch, that hurt. You inhale sharply, trying not to let him see that it affected you.

“I can’t help that. Either you trust me or you don’t. We’re in this together.”

His eyes bore into you. You squirm underneath the weight of his stare but refuse to back down. You relax when he looks away first. “Okay, fine. Now that we’re in here…”

“We need to find the jewel.”

“It’s not that simple. We need a plan.” He frowns, a furrow appearing between his brows, as he paces back and forth in front of you. You can’t help but notice how his lips turn down into a sort-of pout as he thinks, how his expression grows focused and thoughtful.

A minute passes, then two. “Well, do you have one?” you ask impatiently.

“No. Shh, I’m thinking,” Baekhyun mutters, not looking up.

You look around, scanning the surroundings. At the end of the hall, behind the arches, is an entrance to another corridor, the inside dark, devoid of the sunlight that’s splattered everywhere else. Curious, you start toward it. You have no idea what’s inside or whether you’re allowed, but nevertheless, you find yourself unable to resist looking in.

It’s empty, and past the line of pillars that stand sentry on either side of the hall, you can make out a fountain. A few women, their faces covered by veils, gather at the far end, huddled in a group, where another ornate archway lets light spill into the courtyard. You move inside, one step at a time, careful not to alert anyone by your footsteps.

The courtyard - like the rest of the palace - is beautiful. The sunlight cast between the pillars lies in golden stripes across the marble floor. Every inch of the stone of the wall is carved into infinitesimal, delicate patterns. The pillars rise into golden arches that lead off into dim, orange-lit passageways.

You turn suddenly at the sound of Baekhyun’s footsteps approaching. You put your finger to your lips, motioning for him to be quiet. “You make too much noise,” you hiss quietly.

“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I have an idea, by the way.”

You motion for him to continue.

“We’ll have to find the throne hall. That’s where it has to be. Remember, according to the professor, the dagger was given to the Spanish rulers by the Sultan of Granada when they took the city? This must be the end of the siege. There are Spanish troops all around the city, they’re the ones in the red uniform. That means the King and Queen are arriving soon.”

“Are you sure?” You ask dubiously.

“As sure as I can be. You did listen to the professor, didn’t you?”

You scoff. “I would know the facts anyway.”

“And yet, it’s me who comes up with them.” He smirks. Then his expression falls serious, and he nods once at you. “Let’s go?”

You nod back. “Let’s go.”

a/n okay so i’m not that happy with how this turned out? writing historical fiction for me needs a l o t of editing and idk i’m not that pleased w this but i’ve kept y’all waiting long enough! i hope u like it~

if you want background info on the setting and history, i’ll be adding things here! hopefully you find it as interesting as i did :D

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Breaking Dawn

pairing: actor!johnny x publicist!reader

genre: angst, fluff, celebrity au

synopsis: Johnny is a newly rising American-Korean actor, who has just been casted in his first Korean film. Trying to navigate his way through the Korean media and to become accustomed to the culture, Johnny is desperately trying to make this debut successful. Thank god he’s got you.

wc: not sure but yk me it’s gonna be long but 1.1K for the teaser

warnings: none for the teaser

a/n: the movie Johnny is casted in is actually respice finem which @doiefy wrote, so please check it out if you haven’t read it yet because it’s so amazing! Though you can read this as a stand alone, it’s going to mildly spoil fei’s fic. I’m writing this because i refuse to believe any of respice finem is canon <3 Fei is also writing a yuta fic with a similar concept check the preview here!

This is Johnny’s fifth cup of coffee.

It’s only 10 am.

He lets out a long sigh as he lets that register in his head, so this is what life has come to.

To be fair to him, the time difference between Chicago and Korea results in the worst jet lag known to man. He takes another sip of the iced americano, not quite understanding what all the hype is about it here.

Maybe drinking five cups of coffee is a bad idea, aside from the obvious detrimental health reasons, it’s also a bad idea due to the weird spasm he has in his left leg now or maybe that’s because of the nerves. Johnny still can’t believe he’s in the office of one of the most famous and successful directors in Korea. Lee Taeyong. He can’t believe he’s landed an audition.

Five minutes past ten; These directors really like taking their-

“Johnny Suh?” A voice calls as the doors open and Johnny jumps up startled.

“Yep that’s me” he says out of his seat and his hand up, he grimaces and internally facepalm then quickly bows.

“Great.” The casting director smiles and makes their way around the large desk “please have a seat. I’m sorry for arriving late, another audition ran a little over time.” And Johnny only smiles in response before sitting back down once more.

“So you do speak Korean right?”

“Yes” Johnny laughs a little “I’m mostly fluent”

“Just making sure.” The director smiles “you’ve read over the script?” And Johnny nods.

This movie is a huge deal in not only Korea but in all of Asia and even some parts of the west. The prequel to the blockbuster movie ‘At Dawn’ selling out in the box office and winning the both cast and production team many awards. This is the most anticipated movie of the year and to be a part of such a high profile movie would catapult Johnny into stardom. He still can’t believe he managed to get an audition.

“Okay can you go from the scene where John first enters the bar” the director turns to the scene and Johnny nods, being very familiar with it. “I’ll read the other lines”

Johnny was made for this role in fact he made himself for this role. He’d spent weeks reading the book that the movies were based on, learning and understanding the characters and their relationships. He spent another few weeks with microanalysis of Johnny, he knew that was the role he wanted. Aside from the common name, Johnny saw a lot of his past self in him. Naive. Hopeful. Young. Well and stupid but Johnny would like to think he wasn’t that stupid.

“What do you need kid” the director starts off

“I heard” Johnny mumbles, almost incoherent - jittery. Then he clears his voice slightly, straightens his back, shoulders and slightly puffs out his chest to show a new found confidence. “I heard you were hiring,” he says, loud and clear but still a little intimidated.

“Where’d you hear about us” the director continues

“A…” Johnny sounds hesitant and a little scared, his demeanour closing in on itself once again “A….friend” he shrugs his shoulders exaggerated and you can see his whole body deflate

“Let’s jump to the last scene?” The director suddenly decides.

“Oh okay” Johnny nods, flicking to the last few pages of the few scenes he’s been given.

“You begin”

“Why are you here, Airi” Johnny says though lazily and apathetic, he still manages to have a slight bit of resentment and bitterness in his words. “What do you want from me this time” his eyes became lazy and half lidded with a snide face.

The director says nothing despite the next line belonging to another character so Johnny just continues.

“Well, now you’ve seen me” Johnny says, that resentment still present but it soon turns into something sarcastic and if taken out of context could be mistaken as hubris. He pauses before his next line, letting his face morph into that sarcastically cocky smile he remembers being described in the book. “All of me. You let him see it too”

“I can’t believe I let you take them in the first place” he says trying to sound a little hurt and betrayed in hopes to emphasise the next action of the character. Johnny pulls down the collar of his shirt with some force, to over exaggerate the betrayal and his hurt. “No. Why are you really here?”

“I’m here to help you” the casting director finally says her line, though Johnny didn’t need her to, this scene is his favourite. Finally our sweet, naive, John grows up. Though the book follows his character for a while, it’s in this last scene we see the difference between that kid who stumbles into the bar - a little hopeless and scared. To see him be weary, assertive and finally seeing things without those rose tinted lenses. Although it’s too late, the difference in him is both relieving and Johnny would say almost satisfying but also heartbreaking.

“I don’t need your help.” He says, jaw clenched and full of hatred “I never needed your help. You should’ve let me die if you were going to help put me in a cell in the end.” and the casting director has gone back into her passive role, watching closely instead of writing anything down or even looking at the script to say her lines - Johnny just carries on.

“Who threatened me when I was in custody? Who made me shut up when I was actually in a position to tell the police exactly what happened?” Johnny emphasises the important words trying to convey his character's message and feelings all at once. He leans forward, placing his arms on the table in front, envisioning himself in that prison cell. “You did Airi” he says accusingly and sticks his chin out in the director's direction.

“That was amazing Johnny” and instantly a smile makes its way onto Johnny's face and he relaxes letting the tensions of the character slip off him. “You’re perfect for the role. You have the role!” and for a moment everything deafens, Johnny’s mind is clear and void.

“Don’t you need to do more callbacks?” and the director shakes her head telling him that he’s perfect and Johnny still can’t believe it.

“Wait around and I’ll see if I can get you to meet the director and writers. I’m sure they'll be free soon. Help yourself to another coffee” she says before leaving and leaving Johnny to process what just happened. What just happened? Your big break is just what happened!

“ohmygodohmygodohmygod” Johnny rambles, hands in his hair and then running them down his face “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” he jumps out of the chair “this can’t be real. THIS ISN’T REAL!”

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