#how am I going to hike into the mountains to lift big rocks when I can barely sit up

[katelynnwrites]

Little Liebe's Family II | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: ~

word count: 1077

summary: you change Tante Syd's name

a/n: part of Sydney's Little Liebe, celebratory two fics in a day cause germany is going to the olympics 🥳

Tante Syd is brushing her teeth when you appear by the door and hover as you wait for her to finish.

‘Little Liebe?’ She questions worriedly as soon as she’s done.

It’s odd for you to be standing in her bedroom, you’re usually tucked into your own bed by now.

‘Can you read me a bedtime story?’ You ask.

Your Tante is confused but slowly says, ‘Okay…’

You haven’t had a bedtime story in a while, deciding it to be only for babies. No matter how much Momma and Tante Syd had tried to convince you otherwise, you were stubborn and adamant about your decision.

But you really really want one today because you think it will make the weird feeling in your tummy go away.

Tante Syd holds out her hand and you grip onto it tightly as she walks you back to your bedroom.

‘Which book would you like?’

You like Tante Syd’s voice. It calms you down and Momma told you that when you were very little, Tante used to sing you a lullaby when she rocked you to sleep.

You don’t need her to sing to you today, especially because Tante Laura from the Country Club says that Tante Syd can’t sing but you do need her to read you your favourite book so you point to it.

It’s not been read for a while so it’s been sitting on your bookshelf instead of your bedside table where it used to sit.

’Do you want me to sit in your bed beside you?’ She prompts gently after picking the book up and you nod.

You squeeze her hand tightly as she does so and Tante kisses the top of your head.

She opens the book and reads, ‘I love our time together as we start each happy day.’

‘I love our bathtime silliness. The way we splash and play.’

‘With my yellow duck!’

Tante Syd chuckles softly, ‘I love to lift you way up high so you feel really tall!’

You giggle, ‘I love it too. I like being taller than Tante Mala.’

Tante Mala is the tallest person you know and you feel like such a big girl when you can see the top of her head.

You have a lot of fun when Tante Syd puts you on her shoulders.

Your Tante turns the page, reading aloud, ‘We’ll climb the highest mountaintops. Hold tight and you won’t fall.’

In your book, it shows a baby bear and a mummy bear. They climb mountains together and you want to do that too.

‘Tante am I big enough to go climb mountains with you and Momma yet?’

She’s been promising that you could since you first started reading this book together and because you haven’t read it for a while, you thought that maybe you’ve grown big enough to go.

Your Tante laughs, ‘Soon Little Liebe. We can go hiking with your Momma real soon okay? You’ve just got to grow a bit bigger so make sure to eat all your veggies.’

‘Okay.’ You nod furiously.

Tante Syd grins. You ask every time the storybook is read to you so she’s not surprised you’ve asked again.

‘You’ll hold my hand tight when we go right?’ You whisper as an afterthought.

When you were littler, you didn’t think about that and now you worry a bit about it. Falling off a mountain sounds like it will give you an ouchie.

Like the one you have on your knee from tripping because you ran too fast on the pitch.

‘Of course Little Liebe. Your Momma will hold one hand and I will hold your other hand so you will be safe.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

Tante gives you a pinky promise so you know she’s being serious.

‘I’ll get bigger soon. Then we can go.’ You decide, making Tante Syd chuckle.

Unbeknown to you, your Momma and her already have a hiking trip planned for you. You’ve been big enough for a while.

Tante’s voice is very soft and very affectionate when she reads, ‘I love to share the magic of the shining skies above and think of all the different ways that we can show our love.’

‘Like when we’re touching noses.’

Your Tante Syd bumps her nose off yours and you dissolve into a fit of giggles, ‘You’re silly Tante.’

‘Playing chase or seeing friends. Our love is always with us and it never, ever ends. So snuggle safely in my arms, our day is nearly done.’

Tante doesn’t even have to ask or hold her arms out because you cuddle right up to her.

She hugs you tightly, murmuring the last line of the book, ‘I love you to the moon and stars, my precious little one.’

‘I love you too. To the moon and stars.’

‘Which is a lot because they are very far away.’ You add insistently.

‘I know Little Liebe. I love you lots too.’

You wiggle under your blanket.

‘Tante?’

‘What is it?’

‘Can I call you Mama?’

Your Tante goes very still and quiet next to you. Her breathing sounds funny for a moment and she hugs you even more tightly.

‘If you want to, Little Liebe.’

You relax as the weird feeling in your tummy disappears.

‘That’s good because I want to. My teacher at school says that I have two mummies because you and Momma are getting married. So you can’t be Tante anymore.’

‘I’d love to be your Mama.’

You grin, kissing her cheek and your Mama’s eyes are very shiny when she kisses your cheek back.

‘Have sweet dreams meine Little Liebe.’

She tucks you into your fluffy blanket properly and checks under your bed to make sure there aren’t any monsters hiding there.

‘No monsters?’

‘No monsters.’ She confirms.

Yawning, you mumble, ‘Goodnight Mama Syd.’

‘Goodnight Little Liebe.’

She’s left your night light on so you aren’t afraid when she leaves your bedroom.

You’re already falling asleep so you don’t know that she bursts into tears as soon as she’s outside.

You don’t know that Momma comes out from finishing up the dishes in the kitchen to find her crying.

You don’t know that she anxiously asks your Mama Syd what is wrong, only for her to shakily say, ‘Nothing’s wrong. Everything is perfect because Little Liebe just called me Mama.’

You don’t know any of that but you do know that you are so very very loved. By both your Momma and Mama.

German Translations:

meine Little Liebe - my little love

tante - aunty

#fun fact the book that is read to little liebe is actually real #it's called i love you to the moon and back #and i have it memorised courtesy of my job 😅 #sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso community #woso fanfics #katelynnwrites #fcb frauen #gerwnt #dfb frauen

[adventures-in-instant-ramen]

I got my second COVID shot yesterday which was nice, but now it’s the next day and I have field archeology class today and I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck

#we’re digging at a quary today #how am I going to hike into the mountains to lift big rocks when I can barely sit up #catch me falling down the slope of the mountain because I’m so tired

[afan1]

The Wilds: Season 1 Rewatch

Hey, everyone! With Season 2 of The Wilds premiering on May 6, 2022, I thought I’d go back and rewatch season 1 again after the long hiatus.

I’m going to be posting my thoughts on the episodes as I watch them, so hopefully y’all will join me in getting excited about the upcoming season! I can’t wait so let’s dive right in!

SPOILER WARNINGS — While it is an episode recap, there may be spoilers for the entirety of season 1 of The Wilds. Continue reading at your own risk if you haven’t seen all of it yet.

1x01 Recap

The Wilds | 1x02: Day Two

Favorite Quote

But some dreams, you can work yourself to the fucking bone, and you're still gonna be there... just out of reach. — Rachel Reid

Personal Highlights of the Episode

Nora analyzing and explaining Rachel’s actions, words, meaning, etc. to the group. Like when she tries to soften the blow of Rachel’s harsh words to Leah about the phone by explaining she’s just scared. Then, Nora immediately defending her when Fatin accuses Rachel’s behavior from being on her period… that’s sibling behavior, folks. You’d fight each other to the death, but that’s your right as a sibling, no one else’s.

Rachel’s dedication to her sport. She obviously took it to an extreme and unhealthy level, but it really resonated with me. The drive, the passion. It makes me remember the times that I would practice my shooting form for hours until I could barely lift my arms.

Things I Didn't Catch the First Time

Rachel wearing Nora's sneakers during the bunker interviews.

I never noticed the blue streak in Martha’s hair. I am obviously blind and oblivious.

The length to the mountain is a long ass trek, and these girls went there and back in like a day. WTF. Maybe (most likely) I’m just out of shape.

Shelby straight up sleeping on a rock with a thin ass cloth covering it like that would make a difference. Girl, sleep on the sand. It’s softer and you won’t run the risk of poking an eye out if you rolled over the wrong way.

Observations / Theories / Questions

Where did Alex’s cut on his cheek come from? It looked fresh and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there when he was pretending to be the flight attendant on the girls’ plane.

Rachel’s calmness during the interview. We obviously know about the shark attack at the end of the season, and while many theories are out there about Nora’s fate, Rachel is acting way too calm for someone wearing her sister’s sneakers while being interrogated by strangers after spending weeks/months on an abandoned island, which resulted in her losing a limb.

Rachel being told that she can’t physically succeed at the one thing she found she was good at and loved, something that made her stand out as an individual is heartbreaking. 

I love Rachel’s bluntness. Especially with Leah, it’s just so refreshing and funny. She is so fed up with everyone’s shit.

Rachel’s desire to stand out from her sister vs. Nora’s desire to just… be with her sister. To support her and love her. Like Rachel getting defensive and edgy when Shelby asks if Nora will go to Stanford with Rachel. All she wants is a life that isn’t viewed in the same spotlight as Nora, but on the other hand, Nora is fully invested in wanting to share the bond they have as sisters, but even more so as twins.

Dot and Fatin have some of the best scenes imo.

Why does Fatin hide the watches? Like I know she plans on selling them to move to LA and it was a metaphorical FU to her dad, but like… what would have Dot done with them? And she ends up giving one to Martha later anyway.

Toni is a big ass softie to the people she loves and her biggest fear of being left alone is paramount in every outburst. I’m really looking forward to season two and how her dynamic with Shelby changes. Will she learn her lesson after pushing Regan away with her anger and Martha away (briefly) with her jealousy?

Leah is lowkey fit af. She doesn’t complain about the hike up the mountain, even when she could have agreed with Shelby about resting. She swam herself AND Jeanette a long ass way to shore. She goes toe-to-toe with Rachel when they dive like twenty times to the plane wreckage.

Leah and Rachel, the embodiments of passion to the point of unhealthy obsession. Leah’s with love; Rachel’s with success and personal achievement. They are very similar and very different at the same time. I could see them as very good friends once they figure their own shit out.

When Rachel dives off the platform and hits her head, my stomach drops every damn time. I don’t know how someone would even be conscious after that.

“Do you see how they’ve arranged themselves differently? It often means a shift in the geography of the relationship.” I’ve always wondered what specifically Gretchen was referring to here. Was it the formation of all the girls or just Nora and Rachel in specific? Nora and Rachel walking side-by-side signifying their union and Rachel’s abandonment of her grudge with Nora. But maybe it was about Leah and Shelby walking by themselves to signify their aloneness on the island. I would argue that Shelby and Leah are the two that are most alone within the group throughout the majority of the season. Shelby was outcasted early on for her optimism and strong Christian beliefs, then when she made the homophobic comments, but even more so, Shelby was alone with herself regarding her real identity until her mental break and acceptance of herself/feelings for Toni at the end of the season. Leah was always a bit into her own world on the island either thinking about Jeff or theorizing why things felt off about the island, which ultimately, drove her to a mental break like Shelby.

Thom says that Nora, Rachel, Shelby, and Leah are about to pass onto Arbor Cam 12, so there are at least 12 cameras on that island observing the girls. Creeeeeeepy.

“I’m not, like, a Stanford-bound, Wheaties-box, Olympic-level diver, but I do go after things. If they’re risky, impossible, stupid, or like an absolute recipe for disaster, I’ll—I’ll go after it for sure.” Not gonna lie, Leah has some funny remarks throughout this episode and the entire season. Her witty comments are perfection. My favorite: “Okay, I feel like you can’t say ‘typical’ about someone that you’ve know for a day in, like, a really atypical situation.”

We see that Rachel’s hand is amputated, but also, it’s like really well healed when she’s talking to the agents. A quick Google search says hand amputation would take 4-8 weeks to heal, but it was also a field amputation, so that could take a couple weeks longer, idk. What happened during the gap from the island rescue to the agent interviews? We can presume that the girls leave for the island retreat sometime in the middle-end of July (based off Leah’s last text from Jeff). It’s only supposed to be a summer retreat, so I would say that the girls were expected to be back for the school year aka August, but let’s say it’s a three-month thing since they’ve already been on the island for a month after season 1. That puts an end to the experiment around October, which is still months from January. As stated in my 1x01 recap… the timeline still confuses the hell out of me.

Field Notes

Field Note #011 — It’s the spring of 2012 in this memory. Rachel and Nora are nine years old, and Rachel hasn’t gotten into diving yet. But four months from this moment, she’ll be watching professional diving on TV, and she’ll see a young Black diver perform an incredible dive off the 3-meter springboard. It will take Rachel’s breath away, and she’ll immediately ask her mother to sign her up for lessons. And thus, a dream was born.

Field Note #014 – This is the second time we’ve seen Nora with a book in hand. The first was “The Audubon Guide”’ now it’s Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman,” a classic American play that explores the theme of ambition and the perils people encounter when pursuing traditional definitions of success.

Field Note #016 – Nora fell in love with Paris when she saw it in a movie in the 5th grade.

Field Note #017 – In 8th grade, Leah convinced her parents to sign her up for a weekend surf clinic in Half Moon Bay. She wasn’t interested in surfing – she just wanted to seem more appealing to her middle-school crush, Brandon P., a surfer boy who loved acoustic guitar and frequently brought his board to school. Leah retained only two pieces of information from that weekend: (a) that waves breaking sideways signal riptide conditions, and (b) that in surfer slang, the phrase “men in grey suits” means sharks.

Field Note #021 – Dot loves free stuff. One of her all-time favorite childhood memories is going to the bank drive-thru with her dad to deposit his VA checks and waving at the tellers so they’d send her a miniature Baby Ruth bar back though the pneumatic tube.

Field Note #023 – “Juicy” by Biggie is Toni and Martha’s song. Neither of them can remember why anymore. It just is.

Shelby Curse Count: 0 (1 total)

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Tell me what your favorite quotes, moments, theories and observations are for episode two! Let's discuss!

#the wilds #the wilds rewatch #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #dot campbell #toni shalifoe #shelby goodkind #martha blackburn #rachel reid #nora reid

[druigbarneslovebot]

hikes with charlie (a charlie gillespie fic)

description: charlie convinces you to come on a hike with him but you need his help halfway up.

word count: 1345

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Here you are at the bottom of the mountain with your boyfriend Charlie. He somehow convinced you to go on this hike with him. You didn’t mind but looking at the trail and how far up you were going to go up. Your confidence started to lower.

“Char, I love you and everything but I genuinely don’t think I can make it up there.” You say pointing up the trail and turning to look at him.

“Oh come on babe, don’t doubt yourself! Have you seen the things you are capable of?” He asks as you roll your eyes at how dramatic he was being.

“This will be nothing compared to some of the things I have seen you do.” This was one of the many things you loved about Charlie. His attitude towards things, his outlook on things you can’t see an outlook on. He was always your number one supporter. You smile at him.

“I appreciate that, but still, I am so out of shape and haven’t worked out in so long.” You start going on but he wasn’t having it.

“You are perfect okay. Absolutely beautiful and if you need that extra push I’m gonna be right there besides you. Now come on, let’s rock this.” He says holding his hand out for you to hold. You sent a grateful smile and grabbed his hand following him up the first part of the trail.

“I love the outdoors and nature so much. It’s so peaceful and calming.” He says swinging your hands back and forth. You smiled as you really knew how much he loved nature. He was one with it.

“Thanks for coming with me baby.” He says leaning down to kiss your head.

“Thanks for giving me the push to come.” You say as you come across a big branch on the trail. Charlie hopped over it first before lifting you over it and continuing on the way. Talking along the way about the most randomest things but making the best out of everything. About half way through you could start to feel the burn everywhere and could hardly catch your breath.

“Hey, you’re okay. Let’s focus on your breathing.” Charlie says stopping and sitting you on a rock. “In through the nose and out through the mouth.” He demonstrated as you followed. Doing what he was doing. Thankfully you guys were at a flat landing place. He stayed there doing the breathing exercises with you until you were able to catch your breath.

“Thank you.” You say relaxing a little more when he leaned in to kiss your lips.

“Always, are you ready to get back up and running or do you need a second?” He asks holding your face making sure you felt 100%

“I think I’m good now.” You say as he helps you up on your feet and takes your hand in his keeping a close eye on you. He didn’t want you to get hurt or sick feeling as if it would have been his fault since he convinced you to come with him. So you were being let out of his sight or watch. He was going to be watching over you to make sure this didn’t happen again

“You know this is actually an amazing view. I love the scenery here.” You say taking a look around at all your surroundings only to find when you looked back at Charlie he was just looking at you.

“Yeah, this view is pretty amazing.” He says as you laugh shaking your head and bumping hips with him.

“Hey, we are almost there!” He says enthusiastically. As you felt like your legs were going to fall off.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” You say meaning what you said. He looked at you like a light bulb went off in his head. He then stops where you guys were and crouches down in front of you.

“Hop on.” He says it like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Char, I’m gonna crush you.” You say hesitating to get on his back.

“No you won’t, I got you. Now hop on.” He says again as you jump on his back. He stood up and supported you under your legs as you held on around his neck.

“See, you aren’t even crushing me. Light as a feather.” He says continuing up the trail with you on his back. He didn’t even stumble once. Another thing you loved about Charlie was if he put his mind to it he could do almost anything. So finishing this hike with you on his back didn’t slow him down one bit.

“How’s the view from up there?” He jokes with you giving your thighs that he was holding to support you a squeeze.

“It’s great, I feel like a giant.” You say laughing as he does too. Soon you reached the top of the trail and he crouched back down to let you off. As you stared out over the city he had his eyes on you. Thinkin how insanely lucky he got to have you as his partner in crime and love of his life.

He steps behind you and wraps his arms around you resting his head on your shoulder. You smile rubbing his arms and taking a hold of his hands resting into his body. He smiles contently kissing your cheek. In this moment right here with you he was happy and oh so in love with you.

“I really appreciate you coming with me, even if I did kinda force you.” He says sheepishly.

“You didn’t force me bubba, I wanted to come. I just didn’t know if I could make it all the way. But, thanks to you I did.” You say sincerely, turning around in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck playing with the ends of his hair.

“Hey, what can I say. I got your back.” He says smirking down at you before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Now what do you say we go home and take a nice and relaxing bath.” You say with a cheeky smile his mirroring yours. He took your hand and the two of you headed down the trail and back to Charlie’s car. He drove you two back to your shared apartment.

Once you got home Charlie went and started the bath as you took your hair out of the ponytail and threw in some bubbles. Charlie even lit a candle, in his words ‘spice it up’. You stepped into the bath as Charlie followed sliding in behind you grabbing your waist and scooting you back into his front. You’ve felt more relaxed than you have in a long time. The two of you sit there in the bath for a little while as you close your eyes and lean your head back as it hits Charlie’s shoulder.

“If meaning going on hikes with you also means I get to take a bath with you then maybe we need to go on more.” He says laughing as you feel his chest vibrate against your back. You laugh shaking your head at the man you called your boyfriend. His laugh was quite possibly the greatest sound ever and you loved it.

“I’m so grateful for you.” He says randomly making you turn around and look at him sweetly putting your hand on his face.

“I’m grateful for you too, you big dork. I also couldn’t be more in love with you.” You say as he has his hands on your sides and rubbing his thumb in circles on your bare skin looking at you seeing all his love for you in his eyes.

“You took the words right out of my mouth. I love you so much baby.” He says before you smashed your lips into his as he thumbs were still moving on your sides giving you chills as he pulled you closer and closer to him. You pulled away and ran your thumb along his bottom lip.

“I love you.”

#charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie #julie and the phantoms

[mashiraostail]

if you're still open to requests.. can I have some Present Mic with an S/O who loves nature? like she enjoys gardening, hiking in the woods, tree climbing, and all that stuff so she wants to take Mic on a nature walk with her one day because she really wants to be able to do one of her favorite activities together? bonus points if she doesn't know about his fear of bugs and straight up introduces him to one as if it was a cute stray kitten or something (>w>) thank you!

omg this is funny i don’t hate bugs I used to watch monster bug wars all the time so I pulled some knowledge from those days its pretty good honestly maybe ill watch again. anyways i hope you enjoy! under the cut tw:bug mention

Hizashi doesn’t hate the outdoors or anything, that’s really not it. He’s happy to entertain you on hikes, he doesn’t mind surmounting mountain trails with you, rock climbing is a breeze, even just early morning jogs outside are actually pretty enjoyable for him, especially when he’s with you. So he does it all with no complaint, you entertain him all the time with concerts and clubs and music documentaries, so he’s more than content to do things you enjoy as well, he likes getting to know you through the activities, plus it’s an added workout which a pro hero like him can always use, and he relishes seeing your happy face when you happen upon an especially climbable tree or see some wildlife.  He doesn’t complain when you drag him out of bed at 6:30 on a Sunday for a hike. If he’s being honest your excitement actually rubbed off on him, you’d been looking into this trail for a few weeks now, something about flora and fauna and biodiversity, it’s not that it was too complex for him to understand or anything, he’s a smart guy, but the excitement in your tone and the way you bubbled up with it when you spoke distracted him.  He doesn’t mind the long commute to get there either, it’s nice to feel you take his hand as you sit beside him, between the pair of you there’s always something fun to talk about.  The difficulty of the trail doesn’t bother him, the rocks and uneven ground aren’t anything he can’t handle, he’s in pretty good shape and he’s happy to show off.  However. There is one thing he dislikes about all this.  Look, it’s not irrational. It’s not that he can’t stand the sight of a bug, the centipede crawling up a tree trunk a few feet away, well it is pretty gross if you ask him, doesn’t make him scream, in fact, he’ll barely give it a second glance. As long as bugs stay where bugs belong (off of him) then he’s fine, You’ve been crouched down too long. That should have been a red flag, he knows this now, but everything is clearer in hindsight.  “Zashi! Check it out!” You sping up, cradling something in a delicate hand.  “Hm?” He hums and turns away from the view, “find something?”  “Yeah it’s really cool! I’ve never seen one this big!”  He’s expecting a rock, some sort of fancy colored rock that you would somehow know the exact name of. That is not what he gets.  “Isn’t this gorgeous? I’ve never seen one like it!” Lime green and bug-eyed, and absolutely fucking huge. A praying mantis.  He wills himself to stay calm.  “Babe that’s so...” fucking disgusting. “Interesting..woow..” You can hear his voice wavering.  “Do you wanna hold her?”  “H-her-” Oh he’s gonna be sick.  “yeah it’s a female! I think.” You nod, “so do you wanna?”  “N-no I think she likes you so she can stay with you okay-” He coughs nervously. “Amazing right? I didn’t expect to find any this time of year...” You murmur holding it close to your face and inspecting it.  “Y-y-yeah that’s...babe that’s-” He leans away, “honestly kind of scary looking-”  “They are pretty scary!” You agree, “well not to me, but they do cannibalize each other. On occasion.”  “O-o-oh really?” He nods, nervousness seeping out of every pore.  “It’s not as common as you’d think, but they do it. I guess when it suits them.” That thing was looking right at him, right into his soul, it could probably smell it on him, the fear, the anxiety, it was downright terror at this point.  “That’s...that’s sort of disgusting babe.”  You perk up at that, “are you afraid of them?”  “I mean.” Hizashi starts then snaps his mouth shut, “I don’t...enjoy them. THey’re gross, you can’t even deny that they’re kind of gross and how the hell does you even tell which one is a girl and which one isn’t! They look the same!”  “Yeah you can tell by the segments down here see-” It’s moving. Jumping, from your hand to his shirt. The minute the thing moves he’s screaming, but when it lands on him there’s silence. He freezes.  “Hizashi she’s-”  “I know.” He grits. “Don’t kill her!” You shout as his arm lifts to frantically swat the bug away. He clenches his fist to stop himself.  “Then get it off of me before I have a nervous break.”  “I am, I am, just stay still okay? It’d suck if she jumped up to your face or something.” The noise he makes at that is indescribable, you can practically feel your eardrums vibrate at the pitch.  “Alright see.” You hold her away from him, “alright little lady, go back to it.” You crouch down and it hops onto the ground.  “You should have told me you were afraid sooner!” You laugh a little, “I would have just taken a photo to show you instead of getting so close!” At least the color was coming back to his face.  “I wasn’t worried about it, I didn’t think you’d pick it up!” He defends, “and either way I didn't wanna ruin your fun.”  “Aw, Zashi.” You dust off his shirt where the bug had been, “you’re sweet. You wouldn’t have ruined my fun. I’d just take a picture or something instead!” You grin at him.  “Yeah, that’s true.” He chuckles a little himself, “I just wanted to be sure you had a good time, you were really excited about this.”  “Trust me Zash, I’m having a really good time now.” 

#tw bug mention #hizashi yamada x reader #present mic x reader #bnha x reader #bnha request

[occasionally-writing]

A Day At Pha Pun Dao Cliff

A/N: I am on a roll! I wanted to write for these two again, so here’s another fanfic! I miss PhuTian XD it hasn’t been long but I already miss them XD anyways, I hope you enjoy the fanfic! :D

Summary: Making the trek up to Pha Pun Dao Cliff, Phu and Tian spend the late afternoon together, watching the sunset and just enjoying each other’s company. 

Word Count: 1715

“Tian. Wake up. You said you wanted to go to the waterfall today.” Scrunching his eyes tightly as a voice reached his ears, Tian grumbled and moved to turn over, ignoring the voice until a hand shook his shoulder, not allowing him to go back to sleep. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Tian grunted and let them flutter open, the sight of the sun shining making him aware that it was morning. Turning around so he was on his back again, Tian yawned and gave his attention to the person who woke him up, Phu’s smile creating butterflies in Tian’s chest. Letting out a hum when he felt Phupha’s fingers thread through his hair, Tian sighed and squirmed closer, nuzzling his face into his boyfriend’s neck as Phu’s arm wrapped around his waist and rubbed at his back. “Come on, get up. Let’s take a shower and get going.”

“Do we have to go now? It feels like it’s still early,” Tian whined, his voice sounding like gravel from not being awake yet. Chuckling as Tian practically molded into his body, Phu nodded and nuzzled his face into his boyfriend’s hair, hugging him tight before he gently pulled away, maneuvering them both until they were sitting up in bed and Tian was giving him a tired glare. Cupping Tian’s face, Phu traced his thumb under Tian’s eye and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Letting out a sound that sounded almost like a purr, Tian sighed and pouted when Phupha pulled back, an amused grin on his face. “Fine...get the towels and stuff. You can collect everything since you so rudely woke me up.”

Snorting but nodding anyways, Phu watched as Tian got some fresh clothes together and laid them across the bed. Meeting Phupha’s eyes, Tian stuck his tongue out playfully before he jogged out of the cabin, the door swinging just behind him as he headed towards the showers. Shaking his head with a fond sigh, Phu pushed himself off the messy bed and chose his clothes for the day as well, strewing them beside Tian’s. Gathering some body wash, shampoo and a couple of towels, Phupha tossed the towels over his shoulders and stepped out of the cabin.

“Chief! Hurry up!” Rolling his eyes, Phu made an attempt to walk slower, snickering when it caused Tian to give him the finger. Throwing the towels over the bamboo walls, Phu opened the shower gate and stepped in, crowding into Tian’s space. Removing their shirts and pajama bottoms and tossing them on the wall as well, Tian swallowed the lump in his throat and turned, his back facing his boyfriend. Stepping closer, Phupha reached out and filled some of the buckets with semi-warm water, his chest pressed up against Tian’s back. Leaning back against Phu, Tian sighed when the warm water was slowly poured over him, Phu’s hand following as he rubbed the skin of Tian’s stomach. “You got the body wash?”

“Of course. Nope, I’ll wash you, no touching the bottle,” Phupha warned, lifting the bottle of body wash out of Tian’s reach, grinning when his boyfriend sputtered and huffed, placing his hands on his hips. Arching a brow as he waited for Tian’s answer, Phu poured some in his hand when Tian gave the okay, his ears flushed red. Rubbing it across Tian’s back, Phupha kept his touch light as he washed Tian’s body. Letting himself relax, Tian sighed and laid his head against Phu’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as the soft touch of his boyfriend swept across his body. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Phu put the bottle back down and grabbed another bucket. “I’m going to rinse you now.”

Letting out a hum to tell Phupha he heard him, Tian sighed when the warm water washed over him, rinsing away the bubbles from the body wash. Soaking Tian’s hair carefully with another bucket, Phu poured some shampoo on his boyfriend’s hair and gently scrubbed, sudsing up the soap until Tian’s soft hair was covered completely in bubbles. Rinsing his hand, Phupha placed his hand over Tian’s eyes and began to rinse his hair, running his fingers through it to make sure he got all the soap out. Opening his eyes when Phu’s hand moved away from his face, Tian turned around and met his boyfriend’s gaze, giving him a small smile. 

“Okay, it’s your turn. Let me do it for you too!” Tian ordered, squirming around Phupha so he could push him closer to the front. Filling up the buckets again since Phu used them all on him, Tian poured the water over Phu’s body, his eyes following the droplets as they rolled down Phupha’s chest. Clearing his throat, Tian shook the thought from his head and continued on, lathering Phu’s body with the body wash. Going through everything that Phupha did for him, it wasn’t long until they were both clean and the excess water was dumped in the drain. “Here’s your towel.”

Wrapping the towels around their waists, the two stepped out of the shower stall, Tian darting towards the cabin while Phupha took his time. Closing the door behind him, Phupha leaned against it to watch his boyfriend, who removed the towel from his waist and was drying himself off. Feeling eyes sizing him up, Tian turned and fumbled when Phupha met his gaze, an amused smirk on the chief’s face. Glaring at him playfully, Tian rolled his eyes and turned his back to him, drying his hair as he grabbed his boxers and slid them on. It’s not like Phupha hasn’t seen everything on his body already. Slipping on a pair of sweatpants, Tian finished up drying his hair and tossed the damp towel in the laundry basket Phupha kept near their closet. 

“Don’t just stand there. Get ready,” Tian huffed, his voice telling Phupha that he wasn’t annoyed. Chuckling, Phupha did a mock salute and crossed the room, beginning to pull on his clothes while it was Tian’s turn to observe his boyfriend. Wiggling his eyebrows and grinning when it made Tian snort, Phu finished getting dressed and tossed the towel with Tian’s. Fixing his hair quickly, Phupha turned and stayed silent as Tian slipped on his shirt, the shirt being the army one that Phu had given him a while ago. “Do you think I’ll need a jacket? Pha Pun Dao cliff may be chilly…”

“Hmm...maybe. Just tie it around your waist and if you get cold during the hike, you can slip it on,” Phupha thought out, slipping on his boots while Tian did as he said, tying the army jacket around his waist. It was big on him but that was the best part in Tian’s opinion. Pulling on a pair of his own boots, Tian made sure they were tight before he stood up and smiled at Phu, telling him that he was ready without even saying a word. Putting his hand out, Phupha smiled fondly when Tian looked at it before it seemed to connect. Sliding his fingers through Phu’s, Tian smiled when Phupha tightened his hold on his hand as they stepped out of the cabin. “The walk is going to be long. You sure you’re up for it?”

Knowing Phupha was teasing him, Tian nudged him playfully and started following the trail, pulling Phu with him as their hands swung between them. Not quite knowing how long the hike up the mountain was, Tian was thankful he listened to his boyfriend, the air becoming chilly the higher they went. Pausing so that Tian could slip on the jacket, zipping it up all the way, Phu smiled when Tian laced their fingers together once more. Finally reaching the top as the sun began to set, Phupha gently led Tian towards the rock they always sat on. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, Tian sighed and leaned back against the rock, taking in the beautiful hues of orange, purple and pink of the sunset. 

“The stars may be beautiful up here, but the sunsets and sunrises are just as amazing,” Phu hummed out, settling himself next to Tian, bumping their shoulders together as Tian nodded, leaning against his boyfriend and placing his head on Phupha’s shoulder. Wrapping his arm around Tian’s shoulder, Phu held him close as they remained silent, just observing the sky in awe. Staying on the rock, even as the sun finally set and the sky grew dark, the stars twinkling above them, Phu blew out a breath and glanced at Tian, who had dozed off against his shoulder. “Tian. Come on, we should probably head back down now. I’m sure Yod, Rang and Nam are looking for us.”

“Hmph...don’t want to…” Tian mumbled, leaning fully on Phupha as the warmth of his boyfriend’s body soaked into his own. Letting out a fond sigh, Phu stood up, carefully holding onto Tian before he maneuvered him onto his back, heaving him further on his back in a piggyback hold. Wrapping his arms around Phupha’s neck, Tian buried his face in the back of Phu’s neck, pressing a sleepy kiss to the sensitive skin. Tightening his hold on his boyfriend, Phu trekked down the mountain, not even having to use a flashlight since he knew the path by heart. Nuzzling his face into Phupha’s shoulder, Tian smiled softly, his eyes trying so hard to stay open as he observed the sky above them. “Sorry if I’m heavy, Chief.”

“You’re not heavy. You feel like you weigh less than a feather,” Phupha chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb in circles on Tian’s thighs. Letting out a snort of his own, Tian sighed and quietly thanked Phu for carrying him, which caused Phu to dismiss his thanks, not minding at all. “We’re almost to the village. I’ll wake you up when we’re at the cabin, so feel free to doze.”

Nodding slightly, Tian finally let his eyes flutter shut, snuggling further into Phupha’s back as the sounds of nature and the steady breathing of his boyfriend lulled him into a light slumber. Feeling Tian’s breathing even out against his back, Phupha smiled and stayed as quiet as he could, keeping his steps light as he continued his trek towards the village.

#a tale of a 1000 stars #tale of a thousand stars #1000 stars the series #phutian #my writing

[our-jensen-ackles-love]

Little Doe

Geralt x Reader

Request from @destielstuffandthings​

--- Geralt saves you, twice actually. The second time around is a little different. 

Word Count: 1500 

Warnings: some language and a smidgen of smut. 

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a drabble, but kind of became a whole thing. Unbeta’d and probably poorly proof read. 

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They left you.

They fucking left you there to die.

There was supposed to be a pact. Have each other’s back from the moment we stepped foot out of that prison, but alas, you were due for a good taste of reality. All it took was an arrow to the shoulder for any sort of promise to go rushing off into the woods like deer running from a pack of wolves.

You had stumbled along as far as you could, praying that you’d come across a village or the lone traveling merchant who could provide some aid to you. But once more the Gods were out to get you because the last thing you remembered was seeing that trail of blood run its way down your arm before the world faded into darkness.

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Eyes fluttered, allowing visions of gray and silver, but they never stayed open for long before you tumbled back into the realm of unconsciousness. The next glimpse of reality you got was of dark amour, causing you to sit up a little too quickly making all other surroundings spiral.  

“Woah, woah,” a gruff voice coaxed you. “Calm down. Don’t go scaring Roach.”

“The hell?”

Despite the sudden need to flee, you did as you were told, closing your eyes and taking several deep breaths before trying to peek out once more. Golden, cat-like eyes peered down at you as a shroud of silver envelope the features of the man before you. While the initial concern of your savior being someone of the Nilfgaardian army hauling you back to camp, you were still cornered by a very large man.

Those same gold eyes scanned you openly now as they moved from being all up close and personal to several feet away, allowing you to have some space to breathe. Carefully, well aware of the bandaging that was wrapped tightly around your shoulder, you sat up from the patch of ground you had been propped upon. Everything was throbbing from your head, down to your toes.

“Where - where am I?” You dared, eyes darting between the trees trying to see out into the dark wilderness.

“Not too sure,” the strange man replied, eyes staying idly on you. “Somewhere outside of White Orchard.”

You shook your head, trying to recall any sort of clues as to where you had been held prisoner for the last couple of weeks, but nothing was coming to mind. The only thing that stood out was a massive rock leading way to a large creek.

“Who are you?”

He shifted in his spot and exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “I’m Geralt of Rivia.”

An eyebrow lifted as you eyed the man once more. Upon further inspection, in the dim light of the fire, it was clear that this was no ordinary man. If you could have, you would have smacked yourself for not realizing that he was a Witcher by his eyes alone, but judging by the massive headache you were positive you hit your head a lot harder than you thought when you fell.

Those eyes continued to bore onto you. “I’m a Witcher,” he continued. “But I’m sure you know that.”

Slowly, you nodded towards him. “I’ve heard the stories.”

His face remained stoic as he shifted once more. “It appears everyone has these days.”

“I have no coin,” you continued. “I have no way of thanking you for helping me.”

He was silent on the other side now, those eyes of his flickering in the flames of the fire as he focused on something in the distance. “I wouldn’t take it if you did,” he said flatly before standing up suddenly. “We need to go. Now.”

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Roughly three weeks you had been with the great Geralt of Rivia. What had started as an effort to save you from bleeding out on your own in the middle of the woods had turned into trying to help you get home. You had insisted time and time again that you didn’t need help, that you knew just where you were, but a quick bout of questions from the Witcher proved to you wrong.

Every single time.

Tonight had been close. You had stumbled into a pack of wild dogs while trying to forge some berries until you could make it to the next town, completely catching you off guard. Your scream of surprise and utter terror had sent Geralt running, a look of fury overwhelming his features in such a way that had you not known any better you probably would have taken off into the hills when all was said and done.

Geralt’s heavy breathing wafted into the frost of the mountains. “What did I tell you about keeping close to the camp?”

“I was.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “You’re a couple of miles out.”

“You found me.”

“Little Doe,” he scolded, using the little pet name he had given you shortly after the two of you had gotten comfortable with one another. He liked to use it when he was frustrated, as you noted when he was frustrated with you. “I’m an exception,” he took a couple of paces closer to you. “But if I can find you, someone else can as well.”

His scent of something close to clove and cinnamon overwhelmed you as it always did. “But they didn’t,” you argued, shifting the cloth full of blackberries in your hands. “I knew you’d find me. Like always.”

“Hm,” he mused. “Like always.”

He led the two of you back to where Roach was waiting, grassing the grass as if he didn’t have a care in the world. The anger was still rolling off of Geralt, although you couldn’t figure out why and you were honestly a little too scared to ask, causing you to prematurely munch on your hard-earned work.

Feeling like a child who needed a heavy scolding, you sat yourself down on the fallen log while Geralt grabbed ahold of Roach and bringing him over towards you, patting the saddle for you to get up. “We’re going,” he stated. “There’s an Inn a little ways south, I figured a good bed and a bath could do us both some good.”

The ride took maybe an hour before the warmth of the Inn welcomed the two of you with open arms. Some of the patrons eyed the silver-haired Wolf as you passed by, making your way to your room. Geralt had stated when you arrived that he didn’t have enough coin to get the two of your separate lodges, so it would have to do.

Honestly, anything would be better than the cold hard ground of the Winterland beyond those windows.

Anger was still present when the door clicked behind you. Geralt spun on his heel to face you for the first time since the incident with the dogs. “I could have lost you today.”

There was something other than anger in his voice now, something that almost sounded like real emotion. “Excuse me?” You whispered as he stepped in closer to you now, the cool wood of the door seeping through the thin material of your dress.

“I could have lost you today,” he muttered again, closing in on your now, his eyes fixating on you like you were his prey and he was the big bad wolf coming to devour what was his. “You could have died.”

“Okay,” you kept your voice low, feeling small in his corner. “I told I was sorry.”

He shook his head, bright locks coming loose from his ponytail. “That isn’t enough.”

“Do I need to toss some coin to you then?” You teased, trying to lighten the mood, but his expression didn’t weaver. “Cause I’m sure I could get my hands on some if you give me a couple of minutes.”

“No.”

“Geralt -” his lips cut you off as they came crashing into your with such force you actually stumbled backward. The gasp of surprise was captured in his mouth as his hands found their way around your waist tugging you into his broad chest.

There was no more need for words anymore as his lips and tongue were doing a damn good job of trying to get the right conversation going. Those very arms that were holding you, lifted you up as your legs wrapped around his waist and you felt the wool of the bedding come into contact with the bareness of your shoulders.

You swore there was barely a breath shared between the two of you before you were both naked and bare before him. He admired you for a moment, the heat creeping into your cheeks as were all too aware of how he was looking at you. There was a pause, his eyes pausing on your face, lips parting as if he wanted to say something.

Instead, you pulled him down, asking his lips to crush you once more. He took the unsaid note, hiking the two of you up higher on the bed before you felt him at your entrance.

“I could have lost you,” he muttered once more as he pushed himself in. “Never again.”

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[guardianofrivendell]

PERFECT SECRETS - CHAPTER 5

Legolas x OC

Requested: Nope

Summary:  Mira. A short and unusual name for a short and unusual Elf. After an audience with Galadriel goes sideways, she leaves her birthplace Lóthlorien and the Elves for good.  That is until a certain Gandalf asks for a favor. Come along on her journey, as she reluctantly agrees to accompany Gandalf on the quest to destroy the One Ring.  She befriends every Fellowship member, except one. Legolas and Mira are water and fire from the very first moment they laid eyes on each other. Will this be an obstacle during the quest or is it going to make everything just a little more interesting?

Warnings: None, other than this is more of a filler chapter so nothing exciting is happening. Sorry! And the usual bickering :)

After about 6 days they reached Eregion. A decision had to be made on the best way to cross the Misty Mountains, so they took a longer break than usual.

Gandalf and Aragorn were sitting on the rocks smoking their pipe, Sam made a fire and was surely planning to cook something soon and Legolas kept watch. Again.

Merry and Boromir were standing in the middle of the clearance. Boromir had promised the Hobbit a few days ago to teach him how to wield a sword - well, dagger in his case. Mira snorted, the image of Merry trying to wield a human sized sword now in her head. Gandalf gave her a questioning look, but she shook her head. The grey wizard was happy to see her smile more often, and was more than relieved that Mira seemed to have found her place within the fellowship.

“Are you ready?” Boromir asked Merry, swords in their hand. He swallowed heavily, but gave a small nod. “Come on, Merry!” Mira cheered him on.

Merry was the first one to make a move, and Boromir easily parred him. She noticed he didn’t use his full force, going easy on the Hobbit. Boromir had surprised her in the last couple of days, he was kinder than she had given him credit for. He may have doubted her in the beginning of the journey, but it seemed that he finally warmed up to the idea of a woman in the fellowship. They had talked a couple of times while crossing the fields, mostly about his brother. He caught her every time she slipped or tripped over her own feet - which was more often than she would have liked - and he was never disrespectful about it. That’s not what she could say about Legolas, hearing him snort or sigh every time Boromir had to grab her waist or arm to prevent her from smacking to the ground.

Merry did his best, but was no match to the experienced warrior. He ducked when Boromir swung his sword at him, and tried to hit him with his dagger. The only thing he cut was a hole in the air.

Aragorn laughed. “Move your feet, Merry!” It was a welcome distraction, after days and days of endless hiking, crossing the plain fields. But they did have something important to discuss.

“If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which they’re not,” Gimli started, “I’d say we are taking the long way around. We should pass through the Mines of Moria, Gandalf. My cousin Balin will give us a royal welcome!”

“No Gimli, I will not take the road through Moria unless there was no other choice,” Gandalf answered him. Mira released her breath in relief. She hated being underground. Elves get restless when they can’t see the sky, and she was no exception. 

She continued to watch Merry and Boromir, and noticed that the warrior of Gondor wasn’t holding back anymore. Mira suspected it was no longer a training session to him, but more some kind of way to show off his skills.

“Hold on,” she interrupted the fight. Boromir watched her walk to Merry. “What’s wrong, my lady?” he asked. She waved at him. “Nothing, don’t worry. I just want to give Merry some pointers.”

Mira crouched down to Merry’s level and lowered her voice to a whisper so no one else could hear them. Well, Legolas probably could but he was still busy staring at their surroundings. He never let his guard down and although she thought he was taking this far too seriously, she also admired his dedication. Wait a minute… Did she just think something nice about him? “My lady?” Merry asked, interrupting her thoughts. “Right! Sorry,” she laughed. “Merry, he’s not fighting fair anymore. So you won’t do that either. Here’s what you are going to do.” She whispered a few things in his ear, and his eyes went wide at first but a wicked grin followed quickly. She gestured at Pippin to come over and did the same with him.

When she sat back next to Aragorn, he eyed her curiously. “What did you say to them?” Mira shrugged. “Nothing much, just a little something to make the fight fairer.”

Merry got back in position with regained confidence, and gave Mira a wink. She raised her thumb at him.

Everyone was watching the so-called ‘training session’, their discussion about the route they should take completely forgotten. Boromir was a bit hesitant at first, curious about the ‘pointers’ the hooded lady had given his opponent. The fight that followed was nothing like the first few rounds. Merry went full force on Boromir and tried to hit him as many times as he could. Boromir blocked them all with his shield, before he finally raised to his full height and swung his sword at Merry. The Hobbit wasn’t quick enough and the blade hit his arm. Merry cried out in pain and Boromir instantly dropped his shield and sword, making his way over to the Hobbit.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped, but when he reached Merry, he saw his expression change from a grimace to a full grin.  Before he could do anything, he heard Mira yell: “Now!” and he was thrown to the ground by the two Hobbits.

“For the Shire!” they cried, desperately trying to keep Boromir on the ground. Mira was a bit anxious about the warrior’s reaction, but he took it rather well. More than well, since his laughter could be heard all over the ruïns of Eregion. Most of the fellowship followed his example.

“Aragorn! Help me!” Aragorn put out his pipe and tried to help him to his feet, but soon suffered the same fate. Mira smiled smugly, satisfied that she had succeeded. The confidence of Merry and Pippin got the boost they needed, Boromir had learned his lesson and everyone’s spirits were lifted. “I know what you did,” Gandalf said to her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Gandalf said something else, but Mira didn’t hear. A sudden uneasy feeling overcame her, and she looked around in an attempt to find the cause.

“What’s that?” Frodo asked, and he went to stand next to Legolas.

Merry and Pippin let go of Boromir and Aragorn, and they all looked at the sky ahead. “It’s just a whiff of cloud,” Gimli grumbles, still angry that Gandalf wouldn’t listen to him.

That is definitely not a cloud, Mira thought. If she wasn’t mistaken, that was Saruman’s Crebain. She couldn’t say anything, and could only hope Legolas would. What good was it that he was the one constantly on watch when he couldn’t see danger when it was right in front of him?

Boromir stood next to her, his eyes on the black ‘cloud’. “It’s moving against the wind,” he noticed. Very clever, Mira thought. Why is it taking them so long?

“Crebain from Dunland!” Legolas yelled, finally realizing what it was.

“Hide!” Mira cried, and grabbed Merry and Pippin by their hand and quickly shoved them under the first protruding rock she saw. It was too small for her, but big enough to hide the two Hobbits. With her vow to protect the Halflings in mind, she looked around for Sam and Frodo but couldn’t spot them anywhere. Hoping they’d found a good hiding spot, she dived between a few skinny bushes. The others could take care of themselves.

Before the Crebain reached them, someone wrapped their arm around her waist and pulled her into a shallow gap in the ground. It was hidden from plain sight because of the overhanging bushes. She yelped in surprise, and a hand covered her mouth.

“Hush! Or do you want them to know we are here?” She rolled her eyes. Of course it was Legolas. She pulled his hand from her mouth and reached for her hood, pulling it even further over her head. To hide her identity, but mostly because she didn’t have to look at him that way.

The crow-like birds flew over them, their horrible squawking noise painful to her ears. Her hands flew over the fabric of her cloak to cover her ears in an attempt to shut out the noise.

She felt her eyes tremble. Not now, she groaned but her vision shifted despite her attempts to suppress it.

The images were clear but changing very fast like they usually did, Mira had to concentrate to keep up with them.

She saw the Crebain in some kind of fiery mine workplace, Saruman, snow, darkness, hundreds of riders on horses, battles and a boat toppling over the edge of a waterfall.

When her vision slowly returned, she felt Legolas’ hands on her shoulder and waist, slightly shaking her.

“Mira?”

“Is everything alright?” she heard another voice.

Great, she thought to herself. How am I going to explain this?

She pushed Legolas’ hands off of her and clambered out of the gap, wiping the dust of her legs and arms.

“What happened?” Aragorn asked her. He, Gimli and Boromir stood at the edge of the gap.

“Nothing,” she answered.

“She was not responding to me, her eyes were glazed over,” Legolas said, his cold stare directed at her. It was obvious he didn’t trust her at all.

“Clearly your eyes are failing you, blondie,” she snapped, pointing at her eyes. They had returned to their normal warm brown colour.

“I know what I saw!” he yelled at her.

“This is not the time nor the place to discuss this matter,” Gandalf intervened, coming to her aid.

“What was that, Gandalf?” Sam asked.

“Spies of Saruman! The South Pass is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras,” Gandalf decided.

Everyone gathered their things and started packing for the mountain hike. When Legolas passed Mira, he bumped her shoulder which made her falter. She squinted her eyes at him. “You know,” Gandalf spoke to her. “Kindness does wonders.”

“That goes both ways, Gandalf,” she said, jaw still clenched. “Do I have to tell them about my visions?”

“In due time, my dear. In due time.”

He walked to the others and urged them to follow him. Mira looked towards the snowy mountains and sighed. She hated snow...

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[amarits]

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

So very many, but rather than go through them I’ll share a scene from Camp Murder. I’ve got a couple chapters of that one written that I keep almost posting. The kiddos are middle-schoolers attending a summer camp, and Roy is having a good ol’ sulk in the woods.

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Roy had been following rabbit tracks for ten minutes when they stopped abruptly at a set of large cat tracks. He crouched beside them, studying the shape of the pads. Were those cougar tracks? This close to camp? He took pictures of the clearer tracks and started following them. Backwards, of course. The last thing he wanted was to actually find a cougar. But maybe if he could get an idea of where it was coming from, he’d know if it was a risk to the campers. Usually, cougars avoided areas with people. 

He followed the tracks on a winding path out of the thinner, friendlier woods that surrounded the camp into the thicker, untamed forest that stretched on for half the state. He and Ollie had hiked for days through this and never gotten close to the other side. 

In a mile, the flat ground would start rising in small hills that eventually became mountains. They usually did a camp trip to one of the smaller hills at the end of the week, and had a cookout at the top to celebrate “conquering the mountain”. He snorted. It was ridiculous. He and Ollie had climbed real mountains and that took days, not a couple of hours of casual walking. 

He lost the tracks at one of the low rock outcrops stretching out from the mountains. That was probably good. The mountains were where the cougar was supposed to be. Far from camp, and unlikely to bother them when they came out as a group. Still raised the question of why it had come so close in the first place, but maybe it was hunting a deer. 

He walked around the outcrop, looking for more tracks. He should probably start heading back towards camp. It was already going to be almost dinner by the time he got back, and Ollie was only gonna get angrier the later he was. 

His eye caught on another cougar track and he turned to inspect it. It was next to what appeared to be… shoe prints? 

“Hello!” a voice exclaimed at the same time that a small figure swung down to dangle upside down from a branch directly in front of him. 

“Jiminy Christmas!” Roy exclaimed, stumbling backwards and raising his hands in… was that supposed to be a martial arts position? Stupid. What was he going to do, karate chop the threat?

“What are you doing out here?” the figure asked. Now that it was still, Roy could see it was a boy about his age with black hair, blue eyes, and deeply tan skin. Mexican, maybe? His bright orange camp shirt hung down around his shoulders and he swung back and forth on the branch by his knees. 

“What am I doing out here?” Roy asked. “What are you doing out here?”

“Talking to the birds.” He had an accent, but it didn’t sound the same as the Mexican kids he’d met. More European.

“Talking to the… What are you, a Disney princess?” 

The boy grinned like that was a compliment instead of the insult it was meant to be. “Maybe.” He swung harder and let go with his legs, flipping to land on his feet in front of Roy. Roy stepped back to avoid being hit, but shouldn’t have bothered. The boy moved like he was born to fly. 

“I’m Dick,” he said.

“Roy,” Roy replied cautiously. “Do you even know where you are?” 

“Sure!” Dick exclaimed, turning his whole body to point. “Camp is that way.” 

Roy silently pointed in the actual direction, about 40 degrees clockwise from where Dick was pointing. He’d made sure to keep track of landmarks and the sun while he walked so he wouldn’t get lost. 

Dick kept his finger raised. “What makes you think you’re more right than me?” 

“I live here,” Roy said, also continuing to point steadily in the correct direction. He could keep this up as long as Dick could.

“In the woods?”

“Basically. My dad’s a counselor. I’ve been here for months.”

“Huh,” Dick said, mulling this over as he lowered his hand. “That sounds awful.”

“I know, right!” Roy exclaimed. It was the first time someone had said “awful” instead of “great” or “fun” and he felt vindicated. “I am so tired of everything. You’re new, though. Why’d you skip out on activities?”

“They were trying to make us sit still and make bracelets and it was sooooo boring.” As if to punctuate his point, Dick flipped backwards into a perfect handstand, and then just stayed on his hands while he talked. “I asked to use the bathroom, and then a bird was singing at me and that seemed way more interesting so I followed it.” He whistled in an actually pretty good imitation of a chickadee. 

Roy felt weird talking to Dick’s feet, so he crouched to look him in the face. “Well, you’re lucky I found you. You’d probably be lost forever and die.”

Dick didn’t seem at all concerned, which probably meant he was stupid, but at least he was interesting.

“What are you doing out here?” Dick asked, swinging his legs back and forth without his upper body moving at all.

“Following cougar tracks.”

“Cougar?” Dick asked. Roy wasn’t sure if he didn’t recognize it because he was used to a different name for them or if English wasn’t his first language.

“Puma,” Roy said. “Mountain lion.”

At ‘lion’, Dick’s face lit up and he flipped back onto his feet. “Where?”

Roy pointed at the ground under him. “You’ve trampled all over that one.” 

Dick lifted a foot and looked down at the muddled track under his hand and shoe prints. “Whoops.”

“I’m sure there’s another one nearby,” Roy said, searching in the direction the cat seemed to be coming from. There were more shoe prints. Big ones. He glanced back at Dick’s feet. Definitely too big to be his. Poachers, maybe? He scowled. That would explain why the cougar left its territory. 

“What?” Dick asked, trailing behind him.

“Nothing. Here.” He pointed at another pawprint. This one also had a shoe print overlapping the edge, but it was cleaner. 

Dick hurried over and stared down at it. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “That’s not a lion track,” he said. “It’s a tiger.”

“It’s not either,” Roy said. “Mountain lion. Lions and tigers live in Africa.”

“Not all of them,” Dick said.

“All the ones that don’t live in zoos.”

“Nuh uh,” Dick insisted. “We have a tiger.” Roy rolled his eyes at the blatant lie. “We used to have a lion too, so I know what the prints look like.”

“Mountain lion,” Roy repeated. “You don’t even know what animal I’m talking about. Mountain lions are smaller and eat deer.” He held a hand at about waist height. He thought that was right. He’d never actually seen one in person, though he and Ollie had turned around a few times when they saw tracks. 

“Then this is definitely a tiger,” Dick said. “Because the prints are tiger-sized.”

Roy gave up on trying to talk sense to him, following the shoe prints instead. It looked like there was more than one style of tread, but it was harder to tell on the dusty slope up the rocky outcrop. They were big, though. Definitely not kids. Could be counselors, but he didn’t think it was likely. Could be a band of poachers. They followed the cougar, not perfectly aligned, but definitely traveling parallel. 

“What are you doing?” Dick asked, following. While Roy tried to walk lightly, separate from the trail he was following, Dick barged through like Godzilla entering Tokyo, destroying the path underfoot. At least we’ll have no problem knowing which way we came from, he thought, annoyed.

“Tracking poachers,” he said. “Probably. I guess they could just be campers.” He didn’t think so, though. Not with how closely they were following the cougar tracks.

Though to be fair, that’s what he and Dick were doing too.

Dick gasped. “They want to kill the tiger?”

Roy felt the last of his patience slipping away. “It’s not a ti—!” His voice didn’t so much trail off as just stop, the rest of his word swallowed by a silence more complete than the end of their voices and steps. There were no bird sounds, he realized. He should have noticed earlier. Prey animals disappeared when predators were around. 

At the top of the outcrop, a man lay much too still, a bleeding gash in his side. Roy knew he was dead before his inhale became an exhale. There was too much blood. His skin was too white. He thought he could see actual guts through the sliced skin, and he was not going to throw up. He was not going to…

Oh, god. He had to at least check. He knew first aid and CPR and pretty much every emergency medical procedure they’d teach a thirteen-year-old. Normally when he was hiking, he had a simple med kit in his pouch, but he didn’t have it, didn’t have any gear at all because he hadn’t planned to be hiking. Stupid, stupid. Ollie had taught him to always be prepared, and the first time his training would have come in handy he was completely useless.

Dick reached the man before him, crouching down and pressing his hands against the open wound. Roy felt like he was pushing through water while Dick ran alongside him on the shore. He finally reached them what felt like minutes later, falling to his knees next to Dick and reaching for the man’s throat. He adjusted his fingers three times.

“There’s no pulse,” he said, his voice sounding hollow to his own ears.

“There must be something we can do!” Dick exclaimed, pushing harder against the wound.

“We can’t save someone who’s dead!” Roy yelled. His eyes lingered on the blood trailing over Dick’s hands. It took his brain a few minutes to register why. The wound was fresh, or it wouldn’t still be bleeding. Recent like the cougar attacked the man, then wandered a couple of miles towards the camp?

Or recent like it came back?

“Dick, we need to go,” Roy said, standing up and backing away, looking into the woods around them for any sign of the big cat. Or anything, really. The birds were still silent. He didn’t hear any rabbits, or squirrels. He didn’t hear anything. 

“We can’t just leave him!” Dick said, turning tear-filled eyes towards him.

“He’s dead!” Roy repeated. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. No signal, of course. It barely even got a signal in the camp. He and Ollie had high-powered walkie talkies and SEND devices for hiking, but he didn’t bring his because he was stupid. 

He turned on the camera instead and started taking pictures. The body with Dick still holding his blood-stained hands to the wound. The surroundings. Anything that might be a landmark.

“What are you doing?” Dick snapped, like he thought Roy was some kind of sick paparazzi. 

“We need to go get someone and bring them back here,” Roy said. “I can get us back to the camp, but I’m not positive I could find our way back here.” He pocketed his phone, still backing up. “Come on, I’m serious. We need to…” 

He stopped. Dick’s head snapped up at the same time, so Roy knew he heard it too. Something that sounded like deep breathing, like a motorcycle revving up, like purring broadcast through a sound speaker. He jerked his head back and forth, trying to find the source and not seeing anything. 

You weren’t supposed to run from a cougar. They’d think you were easy prey. You were supposed to try to look big and intimidating. Fight back if you had to. Grab a stick or a rock. 

But he didn’t see it. It might not see them. It would be a lot simpler to just not encounter it at all than to convince it they weren't easy prey. They were such easy prey. Who was he even trying to kid?

“Run,” he whispered.

Dick didn’t have to be told twice.

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[corolune]

Breathing Underwater / Chapter One — Zephyr

AO3 / Tumblr Alex had always known he wasn’t like other children. They didn't hear the song of the ocean in their ears, or feel the thrumming rhythm of the waves in their hearts like he did. Then he finds a silvery coat made of seal fur, glistening and calling him to slip it on — and everything he thought he knew about himself washes away like foam on the sea. Alex Rider is a selkie, and this is the story of how a seal becomes a spy. Prologue 〰 Chapter 1: Zephyr 〰 Chapter 2: Nimbus

zeph·yr — a light wind from the west.

Alex Rider was seven years old when he learned that none of the other children heard the ocean’s song in their ears. A half-formed rhythm that beat in time with his breath, the way the Thames rushed in tune with the hustle and bustle of London.

Mrs. Smith held her finger to her lips, quieting the loud chatter of the class, and beckoned Katie to continue her show and tell.

“And this one,” Katie held up a large, spiralling shell in her hands, “is called a conch shell. When you hold it up to your ear, it sounds like you’re at the beach! It has ocean sounds in it and it’s really really cool. Miss, can I pass it around, for everyone to hear?”

“Yes, you may, but we’ll have to be quiet so we can hear the ocean waves, right class?”

As the shell made its way around the circle of children, Alex leaned into Tom and whispered, “Why would you need a shell to hear the ocean? I can hear it just fine wherever I am!”

Tom shot him a curious look from under his curly, dark fringe. “Yeah, you can imagine how it sounds, but with the shell you can really hear it!”

Alex furrowed his brow, shaking his head, but decided to wait and see what exactly this ocean sound was. The others oohed and ahhed excitedly, holding the conch up to their ears, and soon enough it was his turn.

Tom bounced in place, eyes going wide as he handed the shell over to him with a grin. Cupping it gently to his ear, he listened and waited, but there was nothing other than the sound of air rushing through the twists and turns in the spirally shell. Squeezing his eyes shut and clapping his hand over his other ear, he strained his hearing, but it still sounded nothing like the ocean.

When he blinked his eyes open, it was to Tom’s concerned look, and his neighbour poking his arm.

“Come on Alex, it’s my turn!” James whined, as Alex continued to stare at the shell in his hands. He passed it over to him, leaning over to Tom.

“That didn’t sound anything like the ocean.”

“What are you talking about, mate? That totally sounded like waves on a beach!”

“Waves? But the ocean sounds like a song Tom, and there’s just air in that shell!”

Mrs. Smith cleared her throat, and Alex realized that his whisper was perhaps not much of a whisper after all. “Would you boys like to share what’s going on?”

“Sorry Miss,” Alex mumbled, as Tom continued to glare righteously at him.

“Tom? Is something the matter?” Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrow pointedly.

“Sorry Miss, it’s just that Alex said the shell doesn’t sound like the ocean at all!” At this, the rest of his classmates' voices rose into a rumble and Alex’s cheeks grew pinker by the second.

“It sounds like waves, I suppose, but not like the ocean,” he tried to explain.

“But waves are the ocean!” James exclaimed, while Crystal gasped at him. “If it sounds like waves, it sounds like the ocean,” she said.

Alex sunk deeper into his seat and vowed to never bring up this topic again. Never ever. Especially the bit about the ocean song, which Tom teased him about for weeks afterward.

〰〰

Alex spent his days doing schoolwork, playing football, and sneaking onto the tube with Tom to go to the shops downtown. He learned to avoid other topics, too, like how Ian left him alone at home, or in a hotel when they were on holiday. Or how sometimes, Ian would come home from work trips covered in bruises and scrapes. He made friends easily enough, and then Ian hired Jack to keep him company. It helped him forget that feeling of loneliness that hovered over him like a rain cloud, as if there was something he was missing, like the melody of a song he couldn’t quite remember.

Sometimes, when he was alone at night, he stared up at the stars from his little window and wondered what his parents were like. He barely remembered much of when he was little. Sometimes he thought of the light on the surface of the sea, reflecting into the water below where kelp waved in giant fronds. He remembered cold air on his face and the smell of salt. His parents must have loved the sea, to have taken him to the beach as a baby.

The months passed by, and he got a new bicycle, learned Jack was terrible at cooking, and finally watched the X-Men films Tom had been gushing about. Soon enough, his tenth birthday had come and gone, and summer was upon them.

When the high tides came, at his uncle’s lake cottage in the country, Alex’s blood thrummed hard in his ears. The dark night blanketed the small hamlet, an inky sky bleeding into the city lights that he could see far into the distance. A little lake, too big to be a pond, rippled in the balmy breeze as he lay propped up on his elbows in the grass nearby. If he closed his eyes he could hear the water’s shush-shush-shush in time with his heartbeat.

He was a city boy, but something about the vast, empty lake called to him. He supposed other ten year olds would feel a bit frightened, left alone in the wilderness for hours, where the nearest city was a half hour’s drive away. He never liked the country very much, not when he and Ian went into the woods or hiked up a mountain. But here, there was something that quelled the itchy feeling that had him feeling lost, like he was holding a puzzle piece that wouldn’t fit.

When he heard the car rumbling on the dusty path, he rolled onto his knees and peered over the cattails in the moor. Ian was back from his trip into the little town, and maybe now he would finally stop being so mysterious and tell him the real reason they were here.

“Alex! Come and help me with these,” Ian called, opening up the boot of the car.

Scrambling down the grassy knoll, Alex reached him to see old crates and crumbling piles of paper amongst the grocery bags.

“What’s all this? Where’d you get all this old stuff?”

Ian smiled crookedly. “Help me haul it inside and I’ll tell you!”

The crates were splintered and creaky, rocking with every step on the uneven cobblestone of the driveway. The papers were bundled into musty files, but between the two of them it was short work to gather everything into the foyer of the little cottage.

“So did you drive us up here to go to an estate sale or something without me? Bet I could have found something a lot cooler than some old paperwork.” Alex grinned as he put down the last box.

Ian chuckled, shaking his head. “I didn’t buy any of this. Lucky for me no one had come across it yet.”

He pried one of the crates open. Inside, there were soft cotton dresses, yellowed with age, in floral prints and geometric lines in vibrant colours.

“These things, they’re your mother’s.”

He blinked, looking up sharply.

“My mum’s? But...I thought there wasn’t...” Alex stumbled over his words, confused and hopeful all at once. “I thought there wasn’t anything left of hers,” he finished in a soft, timid voice, feeling something pull at his chest. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric, trying to remember his mum’s face. The smell of sea salt wafted up from where he shook out the folds. A large seashell, curved into a spiral, fell out as he lifted it away, clattering onto the wooden floor, and he reached after it. In his hands, the shell was smooth.

“I didn’t think so either,” Ian said. “But last time I came up here, remember I had to check on some things for our holiday?”

Alex nodded, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears like the thrum of the ocean.

“Helen—your mum—she had a safe in the little bank in town. Just by chance that the man there recognized the name Rider, good thing we weren’t playing disguises, eh?”

Alex had moved onto untying the twine from the bundles of files. The folders were dry, caked with dust, and brittle. The papers inside were less dusty but equally crisp with age. Inside they held an eclectic mix of newspaper clippings and postcards, photographs of people he didn’t recognize, and pressed flowers. Little mementos of a life lived, a life that Alex had had little chance to wonder about.

His parents had died in an accident. But in him now, seeing these objects that his—mum—had once lovingly saved, a spark flared into a hopeful warmth. He read and read his mother’s journal until his eyes slid shut, and he felt Ian lift him up and tuck him into bed. He dreamt of Venice and Prague, of coffee shops and delicate flowers blooming under gentle care. His dreams were full of strange people and stranger plots surrounding both his mum and his dad.

〰〰

The next morning when he woke, he could feel the ocean’s rhythm in his ears, louder than it had ever been before. He stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, to see Ian already awake and halfway through his toast.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Ian said around a mouthful of crunchy bread.

Plopping into a chair, Alex stole some from the pile for himself, spreading a very generous amount of jam onto his piece.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. The jam was really very good. Actually, now that he thought about it, he felt very good too, light and happy for the first time in, well, a long time. If he concentrated hard enough, he could even make out words in the usually jumbled melody in his ears.

Come...sea...little...

He chewed over this development as he finished breakfast, glancing at the crates and papers still piled up in the foyer from the night before. There was just one box he hadn’t gotten to before falling asleep — it was sealed shut so tightly that he hadn’t been able to pry it open by himself.

Ian noticed his gaze. “We can bring those with us for you to keep, when we drive back home.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” Alex nodded. “But I didn’t get a chance to look inside that one, can you help me get it open?”

Without noticing it, he found himself in front of the small box and running his fingers over the little notches in the wood, as if he’d been pulled towards it. A dull rhythm echoed in his ears like a siren song.

Armed with a sharp knife, his uncle pried open the lid. Whatever was inside was wrapped in packing paper and plastic, and an unassuming beige envelope rested on top. “For Alex R.,” it read in curly script, and the back of it was sealed shut with a sticker in the shape of a round, pink heart.

Ian leaned over his shoulder, humming with interest at this new mystery. “I’d reckon your mum left you this, Alex. Strange that I never came across any of this when you were younger.”

“You mean this is all a lucky accident? If we hadn’t come here...if you hadn’t gone to that bank, I wouldn’t have ever gotten any of this?” It wasn’t the first time Alex had had this thought since Ian first told him what he’d brought, and it seemed a little too much like coincidence.

“Perhaps, but then again, maybe she’d assumed you’d go looking for her things one day or another. Either way, it doesn’t matter — go on, open that envelope, I’m dying to see what’s inside just as much as you are!” Ian grinned, and Alex could feel the excitement rolling off of his uncle, who was always thrilled to play detective. Truth be told, he was excited too — it wasn’t everyday that he discovered an old family treasure.

The sticker peeled open easily, its stickiness long since disappeared. Inside, there was thick, creamy stationery paper, folded into thirds, and something shifted inside with a dull clinking sound. A golden chain slid out, flowing into his palm like liquid metal. Tiny shells dotted the chain and a small seashell hung from the middle.

“I remember that necklace,” Ian said thoughtfully. “I only met your mother a few times, but I can remember her wearing it — the seashell opens like a locket, I think, though I can’t recall what was inside it.”

Alex was more interested in the letter than a piece of glittering, girly jewelry, and he was happy to hand it off to Ian to inspect. Unfolding the elegant paper, he shouldn’t have been surprised to see his name on it, but he still couldn’t hold back a small gasp. The curly letters were undoubtedly his mother’s.

Dearest Alex,

In this box is something that has been yours since the day you were born. I’ve kept it safe and hidden, and hopefully you will find it one day when you need it. I wish that I was able to share this with you, face to face.

You must know by now, that you are different from other children; I am sure you never had to be taught to swim, and that the waves call to you in a way unlike anything else. You make friends easily, and others are charmed by you when you smile. You get those traits from me.

There is something else you get from me, too. Like me, you are a selkie, and your life is equally in the sea as it is on land. The sealskin in this box — this is yours. Wear the coat and you will swim as a seal, slip it off and you will walk once more.

Make sure to never lose your skin, always keep it safe and hidden, always keep it a secret. If you lose your skin, you must find it before someone else takes it and holds power over you.

My mother gave me this necklace, and now I’m giving it to you—a rare shell that will be a compass to your coat should you ever lose it. I hope that one day, you will find someone you trust with your life, someone you can share your secret with.

I love you with all my heart, my darling son.

Your Mum,

Helen R.

With slightly watery eyes, he looked up to see Ian nonchalantly trying to read the letter from where he sat next to him. Nothing in the letter made any sense to him—he’d heard of selkies of course, but the idea that his long lost mother was a seal was so weird that it passed right over his head. Distantly he noticed Ian taking the letter from him to read properly, but Alex was too much in the midst of an identity crisis to notice.

The soft, crinkling sounds of paper roused him from his circling thoughts. He turned to see Ian crumpling up the packing paper and tearing open the thin plastic that covered the contents of the box, tipping it over.

Soft, white fur with patches of grey unfurled onto the floor, somehow familiar, beckoning Alex. Something in his chest unfurled along with it, and for the first time that feeling of something missing, that yearning for something more, dissolved like foam on the sea. He ran his hands through the short, white fur, and knew that this was what he’d lost, and now found.

“This is yours,” Ian said.

That night, as Ian sat at the dock and Alex, clad in the silvery fur, dove into the cold lake water shimmering with moonlight, everything he thought he knew about himself washed away.

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[callmeunstable]

Angels & Demons - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Characters: Reader

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is my first fic and I decided to place it in the universe of the greatest of the greatest. Geralt of Rivia! I don’t know where this will go 100%, but I know it’s going to be interesting. 😄 The reader starts of in our modern world and stumbles into the universe of The Witcher. I take my information mostly from the books and games but my fic is set based of the Netflix series so it’s basically beginners friendly.☺️

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Song:

“Two face, two face, yeah Black, white, left, right, yeah Up, down, all night, yeah Can't escape it ever Don't forget my name I don't feel the same On a trip, no train“

The music made her headphones vibrate. Probably loud enough for everyone around her to hear. If there was anyone. She was alone, hiking in the forest. It was what she always did when her anxiety got the best of her. The city is loud and dirty, squeezed full with people that never look around. Never realizing what was going on in the real world. At least what that’s what they called their reality. She always thought it was foolish to believe that they were alone in this big of a universe. Impossible.

Some stones here and there made her trip but she didn’t stop. She knew where she wanted to go and she didn’t intend to stop before she reached her destination. Kicking some branches out of the way and silently passing other hikers that greeted her with waving hand. She didn’t like the people in the city. All of them were selfish and money orientated. Of course, so tried to earn some money as a health center receptionist at her university but only to keep her head above water. Her focus was on her degree in medicine. She wanted to be able to afford a good life for her and her dad.

“And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm fallin' from Eden”

She slowed down and let herself down on the ground.  Pulling her knees to her stomach and breathing in the fresh air of the trees. The pollution caused by cars and all of these different companies laying behind her. Closing her eyes and trying not to fall asleep. Her insomnia got worse on hot summer days like these. The missing air conditioning in her dorm room made it even worse. Two hours have to be enough to function. She couldn’t wait for the autumn to start. For the leaves to fall. And the crowds to shrink

“So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin' in the world can stop me now Fucked up like a rockstar, riding in a cop car No one in the world can help me out-“

Her music was cut short and her eyes gazed at the screen. The Battery was almost empty. With an annoyed groan, she took off her backpack searching for her power bank. The only good thing summer had for her was the power of the sun being strong enough to charge the battery of the device. Still having her headphones in her ears. Just in case someone stumbled across and wanted to have a conversation. The easiest way to ignore people without seeming too harsh.

Her glance went up, analyzing anything she was able to catch. The mountains far back on the horizon hugged by a thick layer of clouds that protected them from any unwanted attention. The distance colored them in a blueish gray tone that would capture a lot of people. At least the ones who noticed and wanted to have a peerless experience.

Some strange black orbs were able to sneak into her daydream making her once again face the consequences of her lack of sleep. Slowly blinking she took a look at her watch. 2 pm. Still early. She just wanted to close her eyes for a few more minutes. To help her find her lost energy. Just in case she set her alarm for an hour and put her phone in the pocket of her pants. - “Everybody said that I'm falling, uh Took another line, I'm calling, uh I'm so sick of the nonsense, uh I'ma dive into the mosh pit, uh I don't really think I'm the problem I don't really think it's a problem Me plus me is a problem One gunshot could solve 'em Tell my friends I'm sorry though T-T-T-Tell my sins to go. And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm fallin' from Eden”

The tones of her favorite song woke her up. Her headphones got disconnected while she was asleep. With panic caused by the rush of adrenaline, she paused the music. Taking a deep breath and enjoying the silence again. Her arms were stretched above her head and a yawn made it through her mouth. Slowly gaining back clear vision she looked up again. But something was different. The dusk was slowly setting in.

She failed to set her alarm correctly. But it could be worse, she wasn’t doing anything special today anyway. As she was standing up she looked for the mountains in the far, however, her view was blocked. Big deciduous trees rose in front of her. Maybe she fell asleep in a different place? A little far more into the forest? 

She got herself up and started walking her way back. At least what she thought was the right way. Somehow everything looked a little different. As different as forests could look like. The hiker trail was gone. Slowly breathing away her risen heartbeat she tried to focus. It’s just the forest how bad can it be? She always found her way out of it. She got lost a couple of times whilst exploring new paths but still. The air felt different. Not as heavy as she was used to. The trees were able to give her better oxygen as in the city but they just couldn’t hold all of the smog back.

Her feet automatically began to walk faster and faster as time went by and nothing seemed familiar anymore. She tried to find her starting point again but that seemed rather impossible right now. There was still a lot of light left but everything seemed strange.

She started to run. Jumping over the rocks and logs that blocked her way. As she was trying to bridge over the next log she wasn’t able to see the small lowering that led to her stumbling and rolling a couple of feet down. ‘Great, just great.’ 

Her thoughts were sarcastic, helping her to cope with the panic rising in her throat.

She looked up and let out a short scream. Some big bright yellow eyes were looking at her from above. They belonged to a child with pale blue skin. At least it looked like a child. She didn’t dare to move one muscle, staring at the creature in front of her.

It was barely as tall as a 9-year-old and it’s skin made it look like it was suffocating. A rough crown made out of sticks sat on top of its head. It wore some pants that had seen better days. They seemed to be made out of a cheap fabric that was ripped in several places. A green scarf was hanging from its neck. 

“Hello.” It could speak. His mouth was stretched to wild smile.

“It’s been some time since an ol’ villager got lost in ma forest. That was some fall you had. Are you alright?” Still staring at the creature she tried to get her words together.

“Ehm…yes I tripped and fell. I don’t think I’m hurt. Thank you.”

“Good to hear. So what’s your name? I’m James.”

She hesitated. She didn’t even know if this creature was human. She couldn’t trust just anyone.

“Alva. My name is Alva.”

“Nice to meet you, Alva. So what did ya run away from? Thought the Drowners were after ya.” Drowners? What the fuck are Drowners?

“Yeah so. Excuse me the question but you seem rather … blue?” She was scared to ask something like this but this little creature seemed friendly.

“Oh that. Have you never seen a good ol’ Godling? Because that’s just what I am indeed.” The little boy laughed and seemed to be happy to have found some company.

“That is a Godling?”

“You never heard of us amazing Godling?”

The little blue boy explained to her that Godlings are woodland creatures dwelling in burrows and moss-covered hollow stumps on the outskirts of human settlements. They are deeply rooted in their home territory and perform acts of care and guardianship to those dwelling near their burrows. They watch over people as well as animals, but, shy creatures by nature, they try to do so while remaining unseen. Godlings are drawn to joy and innocence, and so delight in the company of children and usually only show themselves to the young.

“That’s why I am talking to ya. You seem fun. At least you look funny.” The boy started to walk around her while lifting her flannel and poking her skin.

‘He’s the one looking like a tall version of a smurf. What is he talking about?’ Her thought rushes inside of her head, making her regaining the feeling of dizziness.

“So you’re telling me you’re some kind of magical creature as in Harry Potter?” The girl tried to order her thoughts by sitting down and trying to hold on to the facts the little guy was telling her. Maybe she was in a coma? Or dreaming? Possibly. These are the only explanations she could come up with.

“I don’t know anyone called Harry Potter. Is he a friend of yours?”

“Ok, listen up. You’re probably just part of my imagination so why don’t we have some fun while it lasts?” As long as she sleeping and lucid dreaming she could at least make the best out of it.

“Yes, let’s have some fun! I love singing, I love music! I heard some strange melody coming from your direction. That’s how I found you.” James started to do some little happy jumps and clapping.

“Oh, you mean this?” Alva took her phone out of her pocket and showed it to him.

“What witchy device is that suppose to be?”

“No magic. Technology. Let me show you.” She pressed on some Icons and song from earlier continued.

“So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin' in the world can stop me now Fucked up like a rockstar, riding in a cop car No one in the world can help me out.”

The little one danced to the music and showed off some rather random dance moves. Spinning in circles, jumping up and down and throwing his hands in the air.

Still thinking of her lucid dreaming she joined her little Godling friend. Turning the music louder and louder they enjoyed themselves.

Until a growl broke the peace of the music. But both James and Alva were to focused on having von dancing to notice some strange noises. They didn’t hear it, down to the moment when the girl got hit by something sharp, making her fall to the ground.

“Don’t stop dancing Alva, you’re no fun.” The Godling still didn’t realize that Alva was sitting on the ground covering her bleeding upper arm with her hand. Looking up she saw the scariest creature she could’ve imagined. 

In front of her is standing a sickly blue or green colored human, with slime and sludge oozing out of every pore and the acrid stench of rot wafting off of it. No, that wasn’t a human.

“James! What the fuck is that?” The girl cried for help.

Finally objectifying the situation, James was hurrying towards the creature when it rose its arm for another attack.

Covering her face Alva started to realize that this is the moment she was going to die. You can’t get hurt in a dream. That is just not possible. Her arm was on fire, giving her a pain she never had felt in her entire life. This was real. Waiting for the next hit but it never came.

Slowly she opened her eyes to see only James in front of her. The monster not in sight.

“Where did he-?” Completely shocked by the situation and being unable to talk, Alva starred at the boy.

“Don’t underestimate the power of a Godling. Nothing comes between me and my forest. And since you stumbled in it you’re a part of it.” He looked down at her bleeding arm and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You need a healer. As much as I’d love to I can’t heal it.”

The words barely got to the girl. She was scared for her life. She never believed something like this could happen. But one thing she knew for sure. This wasn’t her reality.

“And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm falling from Eden.”

#geralt #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x you #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt x y/n #geralt x you #geralt x reader #geralt x femaler reader #the witcher #a&d #the witcher au #witcher au #jaskier #cirilla #white wolf #butcher of blaviken #henry cavill #angels and demons #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x reader #geralt of rivia #angels & demons #angels #geralt of rivia fan fic #demons #geralt of rivia fic #geralt of rivia series #the witcher fic #witcher fic

[darkwood-sleddog]

(1/2) [warning for discussion of injury] I love big dogs but I'm slightly scared to own one because I don't know what I'd do in the case of an emergency (I live alone and I'm not the biggest/strongest person). My most memorable experience with a very large dog was my friend's malamute (we were in our early teens and didn't have phones) who tore his leg open while we were walking him in the woods... So we were essentially just stranded there, took ages to get him to hobble to the nearest road.

(2/2) Though I suppose these dogs are also very resilient, cause he got stiched up, did some PT and was essentially ok in the end (did lose a toe unfortunately); still it was very scary. As a smaller person with very large dogs, do you try to have (hopefully unnecessary) contingency plans for these sorts of things? Like always having a GPS/communication device on you or bringing first aid stuff when going on longer treks? Thank you and sending many ear scratches to your wonderful trio!

Yes, we have plans in place. Even with a small dog you can carry it is good to have a contingency plan.

1.) First aid knowledge & kit. I have been certified in (human) first aid for about 10+ years now and I know my stuff. It carries over to dogs quite well (just not the CPR part, dog CPR is different obviously). These are, as you mention, resilient dogs that can be bandaged and walk out of a situation typically fine on their own. Sigurd has ripped out his dewclaw and kept playing. When dogs show signs of discomfort we turn around immediatly.

2.) Knowing your strength, bringing a bigger/stronger person with you. When you have big dogs having the strength to at the least lift them is important. I am a former athlete and I can army carry Sigurd (slowly) if need be, the other dogs are even lighter). But I never go out alone. I always have a buddy if we’re doing a long trek. This person can go for help, call, or even carry the dog themselves. (Also in the case of the sled...we have the sled bag which can be used to transport a dog with injuries and my new rig has enough space for a dog on the platform).

3.) Knowing where you are without cell service and knowing how to get help without aid of a cellphone. I don’t get cellular service when walking on my road, but I know all the neighbors and I am usually close enough to civilization that I could easily get help. The trail we do longer expeditions on has excellent service I could call for help with. In the winter snowmobile rangers are constantly on trail which is a huge plus. Pretty much any of the larger mountains we climb around here also have rangers on the trail ALL THE TIME. Vermont is remote a lot of the time, but outdoor activities are popular and the state is small so there is a good chance somebody else will be nearby. Keep walkie talkies on hand for no-cell areas (if not close to home).

4.) Practice Safe Hiking habits. Stay on the trails that are mapped and laid out. Going off trail not only increases your risk of not being found in an emergency, but increases your risk of accident. Established trails will have traffic and be suitable for travel, they won’t have hidden risks you may not see. I also don’t allow my dogs to do a lot in elevation areas when we are hiking. Mitigating risk (no jumping from rocks/heights etc.)

#faq #there is no risk free way to go about things #but you can mitigate it #i also don't think size is as big a factor as some people think #when animals are injured they can be non compliant no matter the size #you can also use jackets/shirts as a sling/drag mat to get the animal back to where it needs to go #but eliminating IMMEDIATE risk to the animal like bleeding comes first #first aid on scene is important #Anonymous

[pilot-boi]

Five Injuries Hidden: Chapter Three

Nora

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, not the best thing ever. He didn’t really need his ribs, right?

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"Why did I ever agree to this?"

"Oh, shush Jaune."

This was the last time that Jaune ever did anything 'recreational'. This did not count for recreation by any definition that he knew of.

You see, it all started this morning, when Oscar, dear, sweet little brother who was going to get an ice-cube down his shirt, had the so-called brilliant idea of doing 'recreational' activities today, and being the awesome big brother that he was, Jaune had backed him up.

That was his first mistake.

They then decided, after ruling out sky-diving -no, Nora, sky-diving was not considered a recreational activity. Stop pouting- and skiing, that hiking was the best, most relaxing choice. On a rocky mountain-side. Thanks Ren.

So there they were, walking down the trail together, racing really, unknowing that even a simple hiking trail could be a true danger zone. Jaune had even started to enjoy himself, teasing and laughing... He let his guard down.

That was his second mistake.

Honestly, he should know better than to do that, he was a Huntsman. It was this mistake that landed them in their current situation.

If only he'd been a little bit faster... "Jaune. I can hear you beating yourself up from here. Quit it. It wasn't your fault."

"I'll stop when you do."

"...Touchè"

Without warning, there had been a sudden, distant roar of a landslide, and it had only gotten louder. Surprised, they had all stood on the quaking path, frozen for a few precious moments, before Yang whipped around with a roar: "MOVE!"

Screaming, they all ran for life and limb. But the rock slide was quickly catching up... And they never took into account that the path they were on could have become unstable too.

His third mistake... And the one he ended up paying for the most.

Honestly, this had been a disaster in the making since the beginning. It was a miracle that he was even still alive.

Jaune had been the closest to the edge, and with one wrong step, the weakened path gave way right out from under him. With a shriek, which he would forever deny, he failed to keep his balance and desperately tried to grab the crumbling ledge as it dumped him off the path.

Nora, in a rare show of stupidity in Jaune's opinion, because he is not worth risking her life for why did she not see that, stopped running for her life and went back to pull Jaune back up.

The path couldn't hold them. It couldn’t even hold him, let alone a whole other person.

They dropped over the edge like the stones that came tumbling, rushing, roaring after them. And, just barely heard through the deafening turmoil made of natural forces, Jaune heard his teammate give a whoop of exhilaration, or maybe fear, and the world came to a sickening halt.

It was... dark. Quiet now. There was no sound, except his own wheezing breath and the sharp agony that was his side. No. Wait, there was someone else breathing down here too.

And that was how half of team JNPR found themselves trapped in a rather small pocket on the side of the crumbling mountain side, buried under the rock slide. Stuck until the others found them.

With broken ribs, in his case. Not that Nora knew that, of course. If she did, she would just worry about him, and he couldn’t have her focusing on him right now. All her attention had to be turned towards getting out of here, and not on him.

Jaune locked his jaw to keep from screaming profanities as he felt his broken ribs agonizingly rub up against each other, and shifted as gently and slowly as he could. The knight blindly felt along the thick stone walls, trying to find his oddly quiet teammate.

Nora wasn’t exactly the least chatty on their team, that award went to Ren, so her silence was more than a little off-putting.

Finally connecting to something decidedly not stone, a vague sense a triumph bubbled in Jaune's chest as Nora sputtered. "Jaune, that's my face!"

He yanked his hand back with a startled yelp, that was a little more high-pitched than normal as he had jostled his broken ribs. "Sorry! I was just trying to see where you were."

Nora huffed. "If you wanted to see where I was, why didn't you use your Semblance? Glowy hands and all that jazz."

“Oh.” He felt stupid now for not thinking of it. Maybe he’d hit his head during his impromptu tumble.

The grim, oppressing silence came back in full force, slowly eating away at them. Jaune groaned, lightly banging the back of his head on the wall of stone behind him, before struggling to his feet and gingerly making his way to the pile of rubble that was blocking their way out.

"What are you doing?" Jaune got the vague impression of an eyebrow being lifted as he started shifting the rubble.

"I..." Grunt. "Am going to see if I can get us out of here." Jaune huffed as he attempted to move a particularly unwieldy stone. His ribs kindly reminded him that, no, he was not, in fact, going to be moving that rock. Grumbling, he relented and moved onto the next one.

His ribs told him that, no, he wasn't moving that one either.

An exasperatedly fond sigh sounded from behind him and the sound of feet shuffling closer alerted Jaune to the fact that Nora was now beside him. "Move over silly, let me have a try."

“It’s all yours,” he said, a little reluctantly, careful not to let out the groan of pain that was fighting to escape. Jaune shuffled back to his spot against the wall, knowing that he would hinder more than help. Didn't make him feel any better though.

There became a rhythm as the minutes passed. Or hours. Or days. It was pitch freaking black, there was no way of telling.

Wheezey inhale. Sharp pain. Nora grumbled at the rocks.

Exhale. Rocks move.

Inhale. Pain. Pebbles scatter.

Exhale. Nora groaned in exertion.

Inhale. Pain. A boulder thumped.

Exhale. The rocks shift.

Inhale. Fresh air? Pain. A penetratingly loud sound of triumph.

Exhale. Light! "Well, why don't you look at that! Light does still exist! Looks like we'll be out of here in no time!" Nora cheered, her silhouette punching the air in triumph.

Jaune winced, his eyes closed against the stabbing light, tired but not willing to show it. "You think we'll be out before the sun sets?"

"We will be if I have anything to say about it."

The air was lighter as Nora resumed digging through the blockade, the pattern resuming with renewed vigour.

Soon enough, there was a big enough gap dug out for her to crawl through, and then shortly afterwards, a larger gap for him to crawl through. That was not fun. But at least they were freed from their little stone tomb as the sun was slowly setting in a distance, and a Lancer flew overhead.

Wait a second. Since when did Lancers come in bright translucent white-blue?

Sharing a glance with his dusty, pink-clad teammate, they both took off chasing Weiss’s summon, waving their arms wildly in the hopes of getting the heiress's attention.

Which they did eventually.

After Nora lit a tree on fire.

It was an accident, she swore.

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #mine #mistral au #my writing #five injuries hidden #chapter 3

[wherever-the-chaos-is]

HanGuang-Jun's Heroism (part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

In the present timeline, 13 years after all of the past events, Lan Wangji continues to be called Hanguang-jun and to be “wherever the chaos is”. In fact, the first time he appears in the novel, he is doing just that: appearing where he is needed. With one signal from the Lan disciples, he arrives at Mo Village to subdue the arm, which he later on takes back to the Cloud Recesses to be examined. At Dafan mountain, he destroys 400 deity-binding nets — all set up just for Jin Ling to capture a prey — allowing other less-privileged cultivators to participate in the nighthunt. Note that Lan WangJi starts to protect Wei Wuxian when he still thought he was Mo Xuanyu, as he defends him from Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling’s attacks. Not too long after, when he had already discovered Wei Wuxian’s true identity, he also helps him escape Jiang Cheng’s attempt to drag him back to Lotus Pier, given Jiang Cheng’s reputation of torturing demonic cultivators. Flash forward Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi's investigation, at the Chang clan residence, Lan WangJi immediately acts upon seeing the grave robber, which makes him retreat. When the mysterious man appears again in Yi City, Lan WangJi fights him off once more — allowing Wei WuXian and the juniors to find a place to hide and to heal those who were poisoned — and retrieves one of the missing body parts. He also defeats more than three hundred corpses on his own, and goes to fight Xue Yang while still fighting off more corpses. Lan WangJi succeeds in defeating Xue Yang, despite his disadvantageous situation, with A-Qing’s help.

Mo Village

Watching as the Mo family grew closer to defeat, Wei WuXian prepared to blow the whistle that he suppressed under his tongue. At the same time, the echoes of two strums on a stringed instrument came from far away.

The sound seemed to have been played by a human. The timbre was ethereal and clear, carrying the bleak chills of windswept pines. The creatures battling in the courtyard all stiffened as they heard the sound.

Instantaneously, the boys from the GusuLan clan started beaming, as if they were born again. Lan SiZhui wiped the blood off his face and raised his head, happily exclaiming, “HanGuang-Jun!”

As soon as he heard the two faraway strums of the zither, Wei WuXian turned around and began to leave.

The sound of another strum came. This time, the pitch was higher, piercing through the sky with a few degrees of bitterness. The three cruel corpses backed off and covered one ear with their right hands. However, it was impossible to block out the Eradication Tone of the GusuLan clan by means such as this. They had just retreated a few steps, and slight bursting sounds came from within their skulls.

Because the arm had just endured a tough fight, after hearing the sound of the strings again, it instantly fell onto the ground. Although the fingers were still flinching, the arm was unable to move. (Chapter 5)

Destroying 400 deity binding nets, allowing other cultivators, less privileged ones, to participate in the night-hunt

To go up the mountain, one had to hike up trail that started in the town. Wei WuXian sat on his donkey and rode up the hill slowly. After a while, a few people walked down with ominous expressions on their faces.

Some of them had scars on their faces, and they were talking all at once. With the darkening sky, they all jumped as they saw a person who looked like a hanged ghost approaching them. After cursing, they walked around him quickly. Wei WuXian turned his head around and thought, maybe they were frustrated because it was a strong prey? He didn’t think too much about it and slapped the donkey’s buttocks, making it jog faster up the mountain.

Coincidentally, he missed the group’s whining, which happened shortly afterward.

“I haven’t seen anyone like this!”

“Would the leader of a big clan like that need to fight over a soul-consuming spirit with us? He probably killed tons of them when he was young.”

“What can we do? He’s a sect leader. No matter which clan you choose to offend, you shouldn’t offend the Jiang clan, and no matter which person you choose to offend, you shouldn’t offend Jiang Cheng. Let’s just pack up, leave, and feel sorry for ourselves!” (Chapter 6)

The young master already had an arrow on his bow and was preparing to shoot it, when he realized that the deity-binding nets only caught humans. After an initial moment of disappointment, he quickly became annoyed, “I find you idiots every single time. There are more than four hundred deity-binding nets in the mountain, but you guys have already broken ten or so, and I haven’t even seen the prey yet!”

(...) Wasting deity-binding webs like this and not caring about what they caught shouldn’t be considered night-hunting at all. In fact, it was almost as if they were chasing people away, not allowing others the chance of contributing to the process. It seemed that the cultivators who retreated earlier didn’t do it because the prey was difficult, but rather because this sect was one that shouldn’t be angered.

(...)

Lan WangJi seemed as if he didn’t want to engage in conversation, throwing Lan SiZhui a look. The latter understood and told the juniors to speak among themselves. Afterward, he spoke to Jin Ling, “Young Master Jin, night-hunts have always been fair competitions amongst the different clans and sects. However, to set up nets all over Dafan Mountain is clearly hindering the cultivators, causing them to fall into the traps. Is this or is this not against the rules of night-hunting?”

Jin Ling’s grim expression was exactly the same as his uncle’s, “What can I do? It was their own fault for stepping into the traps. I’ll solve everything after I finish capturing the prey.”

Lan WangJi frowned. Jin Ling was about to speak again, but he suddenly realized that, shockingly, he could neither open his mouth nor make any sounds.

(...)

Before Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to speak, a purple-clothed man in the Jiang Sect’s uniform ran toward them from within the forest. He shouted, “Sect Leader!”

However, after seeing Lan WangJi’s presence, he hesitated. Jiang Cheng spoke satirically, “Talk. Is there more bad news?”

The man spoke in a low voice, “Not long ago, a blue sword flew over and destroyed the deity-binding nets that you had set up.”

Jiang Cheng glanced at Lan WangJi harshly, his displease plastered all over his face, “How many were broken?”

The man replied carefully, “… All of them…”

That’s more than four hundred! (Chapter 7)

Lan SiZhui spoke, “Sect Leader Jiang, the GusuLan Sect will return the exact number of spirit-binding nets that had been destroyed.”

(...) After the four-hundred-or-so spirit-binding nets were destroyed by Lan WangJi’s sword, the hesitant cultivators in Buddha’s Feet all rushed up again.

(...)

“Speaking of it, today, if it wasn’t for HanGuang-Jun…” (Chapter 8)

Saving “MXY” from Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng 

With someone backing him up, Jin Ling’s attacks became more aggressive. Wei WuXian slid two fingers into the spirit-locking bag, about to take something out, when suddenly, the blue glare of a sword slashed out like lightning. It collided with Jin Ling’s sword, breaking the powerful sword’s golden rays in an instant.

It wasn’t because of the quality of the swords, but rather the great disparity in the strengths of the persons using the swords. Wei WuXian had originally calculated the timing, but his movements were suddenly interrupted by the sword’s glare, causing him to trip. He fell toward the ground, right on top of a pair of snow-white boots. After pausing for a moment, he slowly lifted his head. (Chapter 7)

Protecting Wei WuXian from Jiang Cheng dragging him back to Lotus Pier to be tortured and disappearing

Before Wei WuXian moved, Lan WangJi had already placed his zither in front of him. With an assured stroke, it was as if a rock had created thousands of waves in water. The sound of the zither had created countless ripples in the air, colliding with Zidian. The latter waned, and the former waxed.

(...)

A moment ago, Jiang Cheng was certain that this person was Wei WuXian, and all of the blood in his body started to boil. Yet, now, Zidian was clearly telling him that he wasn’t. Zidian definitely wouldn’t deceive him or make a mistake, so he quickly calmed himself and thought, this doesn’t mean anything. I should first find an excuse to take him back and use every possible method to get information out of him. It’s impossible for him to not confess anything or give himself away. I’ve done things like this in the past anyways. After thinking it through, he made a gesture. The disciples understood his intention and came over.

(...)

Wei WuXian spoke (to Jiang Cheng), “Thank you for being so enthusiastic. However, your thoughts are quite off. Even if I am attracted to men, I don’t like just any type of man, much less follow anyone who waves at me. For example, I’m not interested in ones like you. 

(...) "Well, I am very much attracted to people like HanGuang-Jun.”

Lan WangJi could not tolerate this sort of frivolous and foolish joke at all. If he felt disgusted, he would definitely draw a line between them and keep his distance. Disgusting two people at once—this was killing two birds with one stone!

However, as Lan WangJi heard this, he turned around.

His face was emotionless, “Mark your words.”

Wei WuXian, “Hmm?”

Lan WangJi turned back, speaking in a mannerly yet resolute way, “I will take this person back to the Lan Sect.” (Chapter 10)

Lan SiZhui tried to reason with him, “Young Master Mo, it was for your sake that HanGuang-Jun brought you here. If you do not follow us, Sect Leader Jiang will not be willing to let the matter go. During these years, there were countless people whom he caught and took back to Lotus Pier, and none of those people were ever let out.”

Lan JingYi spoke, “That is right. You have seen Sect Leader Jiang’s methods, have you not? They are quite cruel…” (Chapter 11)

Chang Clan’s Residence; Vs. Grave Robber

When both Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi noticed the gravedigger and were spotted by him, Lan WangJi reacted fast.

Lan WangJi had already unsheathed Bichen, darted into the cemetery, and started the fight. 

(...)

Lan WangJi said nothing. Bichen’s attacks were deeper and deeper, attacking with tremendous force. The gravedigger fell back a few times. As if he knew that, with a dead person on his back, he wouldn’t be able to win against Lan WangJi and, if they continued to fight, he’d be captured alive, he suddenly fished out a dark-blue talisman from his waist. 

(...)

Wei WuXian laughed uncontrollably as he smacked the tombstone, while Lan WangJi caught the flaccid corpse with one hand and attacked with Bichen using the other. Seeing that what he had just dug out had been snatched away, that he couldn’t even win solo against Lan WangJi, let alone the mischief of another person, he didn’t dare to stay any longer. (Chapter 30)

Yi City Vs. Su She

Wei WuXian thought to himself, So he really is someone with a high level of cultivation. He immediately shouted, “HanGuang-Jun, the gravedigger’s here!”

Without needing the reminder, Lan WangJi knew that something had happened just by listening. He stayed silent. Bichen’s swift, fierce sweep served as response.

The current situation was far from optimistic. A black mist covered the gravedigger’s sword, making it so that the sword glare didn’t come through and allowing it to hide perfectly within the white fog. On the other hand, the sword glare from Lan WangJi’s Bichen couldn’t be concealed at all. He was out in the open while the enemy was hidden in the dark. Also, the enemy was not only highly skilled in terms of cultivation, but he was also familiar with the GusuLan Sect’s sword moves. And, although both of them were fighting blindly in the fog, he could do whatever he wanted, yet Lan WangJi had to be careful so that he didn’t accidentally injure anyone on his own side. Seeing from all of this, Lan WangJi was really at a disadvantage. Having heard a few clashes of the blades, Wei WuXian’s heart suddenly tightened. He blurted out, “Lan Zhan? Are you hurt?!”

From afar, there came a muffled grunt, as if someone had received a critical injury. It clearly wasn’t Lan WangJi’s voice, though.

Lan WangJi, “Of course not.”

Wei WuXian grinned, “So it seems!”

It sounded as if the other person laughed bitterly. He attacked again. The clashing sounds of Bichen’s glare and the other sword were farther and farther away. Wei WuXian knew that Lan WangJi didn’t want to accidentally hurt them and purposely drew the battle away to deal with the gravedigger on his own. Of course, the rest was up to Wei WuXian. He turned around, “How are the ones who inhaled the powder? (Chapter 34)

Lan WangJi nodded slightly, “I gave the gravedigger three blows. As he was close to being captured, a group of walking corpses attacked and allowed him the opportunity to escape.”

(...)

Suddenly, with a light toss, Lan WangJi passed something to him.

Wei WuXian caught it perfectly, “What is it?”

Lan WangJi, “The right hand.”

He had tossed over a new Qiankun Pouch. Having finally remembered why they had came to Yi City at the first place, Wei WuXian brightened up, “The right hand of our dear friend?”

Lan WangJi, “Mnn.”

Under the obstructions of the gravedigger, the groups of walking corpses, and the thick fog, Lan WangJi still managed to successfully find the right hand of the corpse. Wei WuXian was more than pleased. He praised, “I expected no less from HanGuang-Jun! Now, we’re one step ahead of them again. What a pity that it’s not the head. I wanted to see what our dear friend looks like. Well, I guess it’d happen soon enough… (Chapter 42)

Yi City Vs. Xue Yang + hundreds of corpses

Wei WuXian had finally met someone more shameless than him. He returned the smile, “It’d be better for one to upset a hero than to upset a rogue, which is you, in this case. I’m not dealing with you any longer. Let’s have someone else.”

Xue Yang grinned, “Who else? That HanGuang-Jun? I got more than three hundred walking corpses to gang up on him. He…”

Before he finished his sentence, a white-robed figure descended from the sky. Bichen’s icy blue glare swept at him. (Chapter 37)

Surrounded by an ambience of frost and ice, Lan WangJi stood in front of Wei WuXian.

(...)

Lan WangJi,  “Step back. You are not needed here.”

(...)

Just as he left, Bichen’s sword glare brightened tenfold. With a brief slip of the hand, Shuanghua flew out of Xue Yang’s grip. Lan WangJi conveniently caught the sword. Seeing that Shuanghua was in someone else’s hands, Xue Yang had Jiangzai slash directly at the left arm that Lan WangJi used to grab the sword. As the attack was dodged, a chilling rage flashed within Xue Yang’s eyes. He demanded coldly,  “Give me the sword back.” 

Lan WangJi,  “You do not deserve this sword.”

(...)

Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps came from all around them. Shadows had already begun to emerge from the end of the street. Lan WangJi heard the sound as well. With a wave of his sleeve, he took out his guqin, Wangji.

The body of the guqin was horizontally slammed onto the table. Lan WangJi tossed Bichen to his left hand and continued to fight with Xue Yang, his attacks remaining strong. At the same time, without even turning his head, he raised his right hand and strummed across the strings. 

The chord was loud and clear. It resonated all the way to the end of the street. What came back was the strange yet familiar noises of the corpses’ heads bursting. Lan WangJi continued to fight Xue Yang with one hand and play the guqin with the other. He’d glance across the scene as if it was only a simple matter, then nonchalantly curve his fingers to strum again. Working with both of his hands, he somehow still seemed calm and unhurried. (Chapter 38)

The sword glares of Bichen and Jiangzai clashed—the fight was at a critical moment. Bichen was calm and unhurried, gaining the upper hand, while Jiangzai lashed out as though it was a rabid dog, somehow managing to keep up. However, within the dreadful white fog, Lan WangJi had difficulties with vision, yet since Xue Yang had lived so many years in the city like A-Qing, he was able to know where he was even if he closed his eyes. Thus, the fight was in a deadlock. Notes of the guqin sometimes thundered through the fog, preventing the groups of walking corpses that wanted to approach. (Chapter 41)

Lan WangJi’s sword had slashed across Xue Yang’s chest. Not only did he bleed, the Spirit-trapping Pouch that he hid in his lapels had been taken out by Bichen’s tip as well.

(...)

Immediately after the split second of distraction, following A-Qing’s bone-chilling screech, Bichen pierced through his chest!

Although A-Qing’s ghost had already been destroyed by Xue Yang’s talisman and there ceased to be any noise that revealed where he was, the attack was vital. Xue Yang couldn’t continue to be as unpredictable as before! 

(...)

Bichen’s blue light split through the air. Lan WangJi cleanly severed off one of his arms. (Chapter 42)

Part 4

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[renee-writer]

Secrets We Keep Chapter 28 Under the Stars

Quite Explicit

"How are ye for climbing?"

"Huh?" She was curled up in her rocker reading. Jamie's question pulled her out of the story.

"Sorry. I dinna mean too disturb ye."

"It is okay. I think I have figured out who did it. What were you asking?"

"Climbing. Specifically monros. More specifically Authur's Seat right outside Edinburgh."

"Is there a reason you are asking?"

"Aye. My own fantasy."

"Your fantasy involves me sweaty and breathless on top of a mountain?"

"Weel, ye will be sweaty and breathless." And, as always, when he spoke that way, her coochie is flooded and her breasts and nipples get tight. "I have always wished to make love on the top of a monro, under the stars."

"Oh. That actually sounds quite romantic."

He grins and adds," And film it."

"Wot?"

"Just for us, of course."

"Are you planning on bringing a camera crew?"

"Nae, a tripod mounted camera. If it is okay with ye."

"I have thought about filming myself but feared the footage would get in the wrong hands."

"I can assure.."

"I know Jamie. You I trust. Let's do it."

"Do ye have hiking boots?"

It turns out she does. He makes sure she is outfitted properly. That her boots are laced tight. He packs a blanket, food and the camera with it's collapsible tripod in a heavy hikers shoulder pack. And they are off.

"How much farther Jamie? I would like to have energy to actually make love when we get there."

We are close." He replies taken her hand in his. "And ye won't require much energy."

"Ahh ye plan on doing most of the work?"

"Aye, I do."

"It is beautiful Jamie." They have reached the top and the lights of Edinburgh spread out below them.

"Naught as beautiful as ye are in the starlight." He walks around the ground looking for a place to lay the thick blanket out on. He moves a few sticks and rocks and spreads it out. He sets up the camera and looks up to see Claire looking up at the stars. He gasps and says. "Dinna move Claire." She freezes fearing a snake or some other similiar menace. Then she hears the click of the camera.

"Jamie, you scared me to death. I thought there was a sbake."

"Sorry. Ye were just so stunning. I had to capture ye." She shakes her head but was pleased that he sees her thus. He turns on the video and checks the positioning. He corrects it a bit and then beckons to her. And first she fears the presense of the camera will inhibit her. But as soon as he lowers her down and takes her lips, those fears fly away.

They kiss and kiss some more. They can't get enough of each others lips. Finally he pulls away and starts to undress her. Starting at her feet. She sighs with relief as he removes the boots and heavy socks. Those sighs turn into deep groans at the feel of his mouth on them. He lavishs them before sucking her big toe into his mouth. "Oh hell!" He sucks for awhile before stopping and removing his own. He then removes her shirt. She hadn't bothered with a bra and his foot play has her nips already hard. He drops his head and pulls a nipple deep in his mouth. She holds him in place as she pants. He loves on the other too before removing his own shirt. "My turn." She says before lowering her head to his chest. She bites and sucks on his nipples as he softly curses in Ghaildhig. He then wiggles her out of her pants.

"Where are yer knickers?"

"Didn't bother with them. You mind."

"Nae! Just had an idea to lick ye through them. I will make due." He pulls of his own and dives between her legs.

"Oh f*ck!" She could live to be a hundred and nothing would feel as good as Jamie going down on her. She clings to him as he quite throughly drove every single thought out of her head. She starts to shake and brings her legs up to hold him in place as she starts to come a part. His name and her own string of curses fill the night and she vaguely hears some nocturnal bird take flight as she does herself as she bucks against his mouth under the force of it. He waits and then takes her over the edge again and then once more. By then she had lost her ability to speak and just opened her mouth in a soundless scream and she almost convulsed under him.

He lifts up and kisses her taken away the last of her breath. He then moves down, pressing small kisses over her neck and chest. "Please...Jamie...I ...can't...take..it."

"I love you." He replies. "I wanna make sure ye ken it."

"Oh, I ken it. Please. I need you deep inside me." He lifts her arse up and urges her to wrap her legs around him. She does, with assistance. Her legs still feel like jello. He slips into her and moves gently. In almost all the way out and then back in the way he kens she likes. The rythmn is what she needs to recover from the force of her multiple orgasms. She wraps her arms around his neck and nibbles his ear as he slowly speeds up. "I love you too Jamie." She whispers as she cums again. It is more gentle and brings tears to her eyes.

"Ah Claire, ye are everything." He moans out as he lifts her higher. The next deep thrusts hits her g spot and she literally screams. He speeds up then, hitting it with every one of his increasingly frantic moves. She is barreling towards a orgasm of monumental proportions. His name becomes a constant utterance. "JamieJamieJamieJamieJamie," flows out of her mouth as she meets him thrust for thrust. When it comes, she comes completely apart. She weeps as her legs shake, as her boneless hands drop from around his neck. She becomes so boneless that it is only her shout of pure joy, that tells him she is still conscious. He feels it too, in the hungry pull on his cock from her convulsing vagina. From her clit that he can feel whivering against his cock. He thrust once more and cums himself. His shout joins hers.

"Sae, do ye think they heard us in Edinburgh?" He says when he has breath to speak again.

"I don't doubt they did. How did you know to do that?"

"Find your g-spot?" He teases," I read a article on-line on it. It is about positioning. I am verra pleased it worked. I canna wait to see how it looked on camera." That is when she recalled the presence of the camera.

"Me too. Ohh look. It is a shooting star!" They watch the sky for the next few hours as they get their strength back so they can walk down.

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