Fic Hinterland Haunts (Y Gwyll)
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cornerofmadnessTitle: Hinterland Haunts
author:cornerofmadness
Characters/Pairings: Mared, Sian
Summary: Mared and Siân sit down for a pub meal after a long day and exchange stories about supernatural flavored cases they’ve worked.
Rating: teen
Notes: written for kimaracretak for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomgiftbox 2021 playing off the Welsh mythology prompt as well as for Spikesgirl58's six word challenge using the words guard, salad, immune, agriculture, flat and respectable. You can find it under the cut or on AO3
Plonking down two pints, Mared sat down heavily at the table, hungry and tired, amazed at how long the day had been. Their food would be out soon and all she wanted to do was sit, unwind and chat with Siân. They didn’t get to hang out too often. At least the case had been wrapped up well in a respectable amount of time too. Her stomach rumbled. The chip butty she had a millions years ago for lunch had long since worn off.
Siân chuckled softly and raised the pint Mared had gifted her. “Diolch.”
She nodded and took a sip of her cider, the taste deep and rich. “This is brilliant.”
“And needed.” Siân kicked back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about the case.”
Mared grunted softly. She didn’t either but she didn’t know what else to talk about. She wasn’t up for a chat about football, not that she suspected Siân was going to do that and she didn’t need to hear about life being better in Cardiff. Mared liked Aberystwyth, the stark beauty of the coast line, the ruined castle, hell even the National Library. Mid-Wales had a lot to offer. She didn’t share Siân’s longing for city life. Rather than suggest a topic, Mared took another drink and hoped the pub would miracle dinner to them fast.
“So, what’s been your weirdest, spookiest case?” Siân asked out of the blue.
“Those are not necessarily the same, case,” Mared replied after a moment’s thought.
“Pick either and I’ll tell you about the time I got called out to arrest a ghost.” A wide smile carved across Siân’s pretty face. She held up her fingers. “Twice and not to the same place. Two separate ghost calls.”
Mared laughed. “That has to be a story.”
“She swore Annwn and the Cŵn Annwn were coming for her.”
“And did you find any spectral hounds?” Mared grinned broadly.
“No, but we found a Siamese cat inside a wall. They had been renovating their flat.”
Mared laughed loudly. “Mine was similar. It was out in the country away from anything, at one of those old farm houses.”
Siân made a humming sound deep in her throat. “They look haunted in and of themselves.”
Mared spread her hands. “Exactly so my partner at the time and I are out there walking the grounds. Sometimes those cases out on agricultural lands are rough, full of sheep shit and hidden holes you just know you’re going to step in. The wind was howling so that did not help. We had a woman dead and her husband insisted it was the Gwrach y Rhibyn who had killed her.”
“Did you think immediately he had done it?”
“Yes but we don’t jump to conclusion do we? We started a proper investigation. My partner was of the old guard pretending not to believe in the old ways but you knew he did. I thought it was bunk, naturally, but we had a lot of land to cover. When I was out there walking around, I could have sworn I heard the howl of the Gwrach y Rhibyn.” Mared gave a self-deprecating laugh.
“Did you hear her calling Fy ngwraig! Fy ngwraig!” Smirking, Siân nudged Mared’s ankle with her toe.
“At the time I swore I did.” Mared liked to think she was immune to believing in myths but there in the back of her mind was the possibility it could be real. One or two of her deeply Welsh roots tapped into the old supernatural beliefs. In that moment, standing in the woods bordered a sheep field, she had been scared it could have been the Gwrach y Rhibyn, that crazy mix of an old crone, vampire and banshee. “It turned out it was a neighbor boy who killed her, some messed up teen, a real arse. He’d taken a fancy to her and didn’t want to hear the word no. He killed her in a rage when she resisted him.”
Siân grimaced. “You almost prefer the Gwrach y Rhibyn. Monsters from myth are somehow less scary than reality.”
Mared shuddered. That was too true. She leaned on the table and said, “I swear though that when I was walking the grounds which had a fair number of trees on it, that I saw the canwyll corph.”
Siân widened her eyes. “Did you really?”
Mared thought about the light she had seen moving among the trees. It frightened her at the time thinking it was the canwyll corph because she knew it wasn’t light from her partner’s torch. “I never did find out what was glowing in the dark, not sure I want to know.”
“Spooky,” Siân said as their server slid a gammon steak in front of her.
She put a plate of lamb jalfrezi in front of Mared. The middle aged woman trapped inside her screamed You should have had a salad but that couldn’t compete with spicy lamb, especially after a day light today. She tucked in and caught Siân’s gaze. “So, tell me more about arresting a couple of ghosts.”
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cornerofmadnessCharacters/Pairings: Mared, Sian
Summary: Mared and Siân sit down for a pub meal after a long day and exchange stories about supernatural flavored cases they’ve worked.
Rating: teen
Notes: written for kimaracretak for
fandomgiftbox 2021 playing off the Welsh mythology prompt as well as for Spikesgirl58's six word challenge using the words guard, salad, immune, agriculture, flat and respectable. You can find it under the cut or on AO3Plonking down two pints, Mared sat down heavily at the table, hungry and tired, amazed at how long the day had been. Their food would be out soon and all she wanted to do was sit, unwind and chat with Siân. They didn’t get to hang out too often. At least the case had been wrapped up well in a respectable amount of time too. Her stomach rumbled. The chip butty she had a millions years ago for lunch had long since worn off.
Siân chuckled softly and raised the pint Mared had gifted her. “Diolch.”
She nodded and took a sip of her cider, the taste deep and rich. “This is brilliant.”
“And needed.” Siân kicked back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about the case.”
Mared grunted softly. She didn’t either but she didn’t know what else to talk about. She wasn’t up for a chat about football, not that she suspected Siân was going to do that and she didn’t need to hear about life being better in Cardiff. Mared liked Aberystwyth, the stark beauty of the coast line, the ruined castle, hell even the National Library. Mid-Wales had a lot to offer. She didn’t share Siân’s longing for city life. Rather than suggest a topic, Mared took another drink and hoped the pub would miracle dinner to them fast.
“So, what’s been your weirdest, spookiest case?” Siân asked out of the blue.
“Those are not necessarily the same, case,” Mared replied after a moment’s thought.
“Pick either and I’ll tell you about the time I got called out to arrest a ghost.” A wide smile carved across Siân’s pretty face. She held up her fingers. “Twice and not to the same place. Two separate ghost calls.”
Mared laughed. “That has to be a story.”
“She swore Annwn and the Cŵn Annwn were coming for her.”
“And did you find any spectral hounds?” Mared grinned broadly.
“No, but we found a Siamese cat inside a wall. They had been renovating their flat.”
Mared laughed loudly. “Mine was similar. It was out in the country away from anything, at one of those old farm houses.”
Siân made a humming sound deep in her throat. “They look haunted in and of themselves.”
Mared spread her hands. “Exactly so my partner at the time and I are out there walking the grounds. Sometimes those cases out on agricultural lands are rough, full of sheep shit and hidden holes you just know you’re going to step in. The wind was howling so that did not help. We had a woman dead and her husband insisted it was the Gwrach y Rhibyn who had killed her.”
“Did you think immediately he had done it?”
“Yes but we don’t jump to conclusion do we? We started a proper investigation. My partner was of the old guard pretending not to believe in the old ways but you knew he did. I thought it was bunk, naturally, but we had a lot of land to cover. When I was out there walking around, I could have sworn I heard the howl of the Gwrach y Rhibyn.” Mared gave a self-deprecating laugh.
“Did you hear her calling Fy ngwraig! Fy ngwraig!” Smirking, Siân nudged Mared’s ankle with her toe.
“At the time I swore I did.” Mared liked to think she was immune to believing in myths but there in the back of her mind was the possibility it could be real. One or two of her deeply Welsh roots tapped into the old supernatural beliefs. In that moment, standing in the woods bordered a sheep field, she had been scared it could have been the Gwrach y Rhibyn, that crazy mix of an old crone, vampire and banshee. “It turned out it was a neighbor boy who killed her, some messed up teen, a real arse. He’d taken a fancy to her and didn’t want to hear the word no. He killed her in a rage when she resisted him.”
Siân grimaced. “You almost prefer the Gwrach y Rhibyn. Monsters from myth are somehow less scary than reality.”
Mared shuddered. That was too true. She leaned on the table and said, “I swear though that when I was walking the grounds which had a fair number of trees on it, that I saw the canwyll corph.”
Siân widened her eyes. “Did you really?”
Mared thought about the light she had seen moving among the trees. It frightened her at the time thinking it was the canwyll corph because she knew it wasn’t light from her partner’s torch. “I never did find out what was glowing in the dark, not sure I want to know.”
“Spooky,” Siân said as their server slid a gammon steak in front of her.
She put a plate of lamb jalfrezi in front of Mared. The middle aged woman trapped inside her screamed You should have had a salad but that couldn’t compete with spicy lamb, especially after a day light today. She tucked in and caught Siân’s gaze. “So, tell me more about arresting a couple of ghosts.”
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Date: 2021-09-10 10:40 pm (UTC)Love the story.
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Date: 2021-09-11 02:56 am (UTC)