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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 06} 🦄🌸
In the heart of the Faerie Glen, as the day bled into dusk, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn settled onto the soft, moss-laden ground, watching the sky bloom in colours both rich and surreal.
Their small clearing overlooked a slow-moving brook that bubbled by, its waters as clear as crystal and reflecting the warm colours above.
It was lantern festival night, and they had journeyed to this enchanted glen just for the chance to see it.
In the distance, atop the old bastion’s walls, villagers released their lanterns, each one glowing against the settling dusk.
Though the ancient grey stone fortress loomed far off, its towering bastion walls created a safe haven for the survivors within. The UnDead could not scale the walls. And from its heights, the lanterns sailed down into the valley like small stars.
Quaraun leaned close to his blind husband, describing the scene to BoomFuzzy softly.
“They stand atop the bastion walls now, setting lanterns loose. They float toward us, slowly drifting over the brook.”
“Aye, Love,” BoomFuzzy replied, content. “No need to be closer; I like it best, just here.”
Orange and red paper lanterns drifted overhead, filling the sky, glowing softly in the fading light.
The lanterns carried little pieces of warmth with them as they floated into the sunset.
Quaraun gazed up with a look of wonder, his blue eyes catching the glints of amber light, giving them a dreamy sparkle.
BoomFuzzy, sitting beside him, adjusted his purple tartan, his ghostly blue form softened by the warm glow of the lanterns.
GhoulSpawn lay stretched out beside them, propped up on his elbows, his head tilted back as he watched the sky, entranced by the spectacle.
“Look at all that colour,” Quaraun murmured, his voice soft and filled with reverence. “It’s as though the world itself is bleeding into the sky.”
“Aye, me Love,” BoomFuzzy agreed, his Scottish lilt making the words sound like a lullaby.
He leaned closer to Quaraun, wrapping an arm around him as if to pull him closer to the beauty before them.
“It is like a painter’s dream, do you not think? All those shades of orange and purple and pink, like my silks, …they do not look real, and yet here they are.”
“Aye, Love.”
Quaraun leaned into BoomFuzzy’s embrace; his silken pink robes trailing in the cool grass as he looked out at the brook that snaked its way through the glen. The water gurgled as it flowed, weaving around dark stones and mossy roots, its sound gentle and soothing.
Willow wisps — little blue-green flickers of light — danced around the banks, their soft glow mingling with the light from the lanterns above, creating an atmosphere of ethereal calm.
“Do you ever think about how long this place has been here?” GhoulSpawn mused, breaking the silence with his thoughtful ramble. “This glen, these trees, the brook… they’ve been here longer than we could ever imagine. We’re just passing through, but the land remembers everything.”
Quaraun didn’t reply, only tilted his head back to look at the twisted, gnarled trees reaching up into the fading light. Their branches, black and bent, clawed their way up through the layers of red, purple, and orange, framing the scene with an eerie beauty.
Yet the sight didn’t unsettle him; instead, he found it deeply comforting.
The trees were old, as he was, and they held stories in their knots and branches. Secrets whispered by countless breezes. They were witnesses to the passage of time, silent but watchful.
They had come to the lantern festival every year, BoomFuzzy and Quaraun, seeking the tranquillity of this enchanted glen. But for GhoulSpawn, this was his first time witnessing the wonder. Mesmerized, he watched the glowing orange-red rice-paper orbs drift skyward.
“Why do they do this?” GhoulSpawn asked.
Quaraun leaned close, his voice hushed and reverent.
“Each lantern carries a wish, a hope for the coming seasons. They are lifted to the stars, as offerings for wonder and luck.”
GhoulSpawn nodded, his gold-flecked yellow pleco eyes wide with awe, his voice a murmur of disbelief.
“So much wonder… it feels ancient, like the magic itself has roots.”
“Indeed,” Quaraun replied, smiling. “Older than time.”
Nearby, a small group of birds flew by, dipping in and out of the trees as if chasing one another through the last warmth of the day. Their songs were soft, a lilting tune that blended with the bubbling of the brook.
One bird, a bright spark of blue and yellow, paused on a low branch, cocking its head as it observed the three figures resting below.
Quaraun watched the bird and smiled, a rare, serene expression lighting up his face.
“I like that bird,” he said simply.
BoomFuzzy laughed, a sound like a low, rumbling purr.
“Ya like anything what be pretty and bright, eh?”
Quaraun nodded, his blue eyes half-lidded as he basked in the colours and sounds around him.
“Yes. I like things that remind me that beauty still exists, that the world can still be gentle.”
GhoulSpawn, listening to their conversation, rolled onto his back and spread his arms out, letting his fingertips brush through the cool moist green moss.
“Imagine if this was all there was,” he murmured, a hint of wistfulness in his tone. “No other places to go, no other things to do. Just this…peace. Just this moment.”
BoomFuzzy’s arm tightened around Quaraun as he sighed, a soft, contented sound.
“Would ya get bored, Goat?”
GhoulSpawn grinned up at the sky.
“Maybe. But then again, maybe I wouldn’t.” He closed his eyes, letting the last rays of sun touch his face. “Tonight, I feel like I could lay here forever.”
The colours above deepened, casting the trees and flowers in dusky hues. The brook shimmered, touched by the silver-blue of evening, while will-o’-wisps danced in the mist that was rising.
Tiny pink roses clung to the edges of the brook, mingling with clusters of purple lupines and dusty blue asters, their blossoms bending slightly with the weight of dew gathering on their petals.
The rich greens of the glen took on a darker hue as the night crept in, but the colours were gentle, a cradle of calm.
As they watched, GhoulSpawn fished absently into his pocket, pulling out a silver spoon that he fiddled with between his fingers. Quaraun noticed, raising an eyebrow.
“Where did you get that spoon?”
GhoulSpawn shrugged, his mind lost in the drifting lights.
“I… can’t remember.”
He rummaged a bit more and produced three more spoons, each one glinting under the lantern light.
Quaraun laughed softly.
“A whole set of spoons, apparently.”
GhoulSpawn pocketed them again, nonchalant.
“Eh, just… things I find, here and there. For safe keeping.”
“Find?” BoomFuzzy laughed. “Don’t ya mean steal?”
“Yeah.”
“Ya got a problem, Goat.”
“I know.”
He watched the lights, spoon forgotten.
Quaraun reached out to touch one of the purple lupines, his fingers brushing against its soft petals. He closed his eyes, breathing in its scent — a mixture of wildflowers and earth, tinged with the coolness of twilight.
“If only every night were like this,” he whispered, his voice almost lost in the quiet.
BoomFuzzy turned to him, resting his forehead against Quaraun’s shoulder.
“It can be, Love. If ye just stop fightin’ everything and let the world be as it is.”
They fell into silence again, letting the glen lull them into a state of tranquillity.
Quaraun relaxed completely, his tense shoulders unwinding, his breathing slowing as he snuggled closer to BoomFuzzy.
GhoulSpawn, still sprawled out, let his eyes drift shut, the lanterns above casting a soft glow over him.
Lanterns floated past, each one a luminous capsule of wishes.
One, in particular, caught Quaraun’s eye — a round, vibrant orange-red, tomato-shaped glow drifting by.
“That one resembles a tomato,” he remarked.
BoomFuzzy chuckled, his hand resting on Quaraun’s shoulder.
“Aye, a wee, luminous tomato it be! I’ve a sack of tomatoes in the vardo. When the festival’s through, I’ll make ye both a cheddar-tomato focaccia flatbread. Fresh, warm, perfect for tonight. We shall have a lovely under the stars!”
“hat sounds wonderful,” Quaraun said.
Quaraun felt his mouth water as the luminous red orb drifted away. The simple promise of a meal prepared by BoomFuzzy somehow made this fleeting moment all the more precious.
As the glen darkened, the lanterns rose higher, illuminating the sky with their gentle orange-red light.
One by one, stars appeared, little dots of silver pricking through the darkness, mingling with the lantern lights.
It was a strange sight, the glowing paper lanterns mingling with the eternal stars, as if the universe had reached down to brush against the earth.
A deep peace settled over the three of them.
GhoulSpawn’s breathing slowed to an even rhythm, and BoomFuzzy’s ghostly form softened as he grew quiet, holding Quaraun close.
The gnarled trees, the brook, the birds, and the will-o’-wisps — all enveloped them, forming a quiet, peaceful cocoon of calm relaxation.
Quaraun’s eyes grew heavy as he watched the last of the light slip below the horizon, and he allowed himself to drift, surrendering to the moment.
For once, he didn’t think of past wounds or future worries.
Here, in the glen, surrounded by his loved ones, he found something that felt like home.
And as the night claimed the land, they lay together, wrapped in the serene beauty of the lantern-lit sky, lost in a moment of pure, tranquil peace.
| ©2024 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved |
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
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