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fiepige · 4 months

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More Sea Serpent Hobie thoughts!

(been thinking about this au all day, it's completely consumed my mind!)

I was kinda toying with the idea of Hobie being able to take a human form. (In this version most people wouldn't know that sea serpents exist so he uses it as a way to interact with humans without revealing his true nature to them)

He visits a small local fishing village from time to time to hang out with the locals- mostly at the pub, but he also likes hanging around at the harbour

Cause he just gets lonely sometimes and humans make fun company- he finds tales about daring trips to sea entertaining, but he also loves to hear stories about places from far within the mainland as he's always stayed close to the ocean.

Nobody in the village knows what he really is- they all just think he's this odd but kind loner who visits from time to time.

He's well renowned by the people in the village, both for being a nice and helpful guy and because of his unique skills*

He never pays for anything in cash but instead in old trinkets and treasures he finds while out at sea - this resulted in a few arguments at first, but now people have come to accept it, some even look forward to seeing what he'll pull out as payment whenever he visits

if he doesn't have any treasure to pay with he'll offer to pay in favours- specifically favours that involve diving.

*If you need a diving job done he's your guy

He can stay underwater forever and go far deeper than any of the locals.

So if you need to retrieve something from, let's say a sunken ship, he's your guy!

He insists on going on missions alone- it's just easier to get it done if he can dive unseen in his serpent form.

The only people he doesn't get along with are authority figures and whalers!

There aren't any whalers residing in the village but sometimes a whaling boat will come by to restock. Every time they do Hobie terrorizes the crew as much as he can get away with. While also being very vocal about his opinion of them in general. He's gotten in fights with them more than once.

It's also not unusual for the whalers to find their ship vandalised if they stay overnight.

When he's in his human form he lives on a small island near the village, but far enough away that he can't be seen changing from serpent to human form and vice versa

He has a small hut where he keeps some fishing equipment (mostly for show in case a human comes by and wonders how he's able to feed himself on this tiny island) as well as a small garden where he grows different greens.

He'll trade his food for stuff with the villages, he mostly trades for clothes, sewing equipment or beer at the pub

Sometimes he'll disappear at sea for weeks at a time- if any of the villagers question him about it he'll just say he was out fishing- despite him only owning a small rowboat with a small engine, that doesn't work half the time. - He uses it to get to and from the island in human form as to not alert the villagers to his true form.

At some point he befriends Gwen**, who's a newcommer, when a local overhears her lamenting the loss of her mother's trinket at sea, and they suggest she asks Hobie for help- since the guy has a way of finding things lost at sea

Gwen doesn't really believe he can actually find it but seeks him out nonetheless cause it can't hurt to ask

Hobie accepts the job. In exchange he wants Gwen to tell him about the places she's been to before she moved to the village.

(** you can kinda replace Gwen with any character you want. I'm kinda considering making a small fic for this au where the reader takes Gwen's place, but I don't have the time nor energy to write it any time soon. Also I've never written a fic from the first person point of view so I'm not sure how it would turn out lol.)

Lemme know what you guys think! 💙Any input is welcome- it can be world building stuff, story stuff, ideas for hobie's serpent form or something else!

#oh yeah I'm normal about this au #it's not like I'm constantly thinking about it- imagining all the stories and interactions you could write for this au #I've even drawn a few scetches of hobie's sea serpent form but I can't really settle on what I want him to look like #cause on one hand I kinda want him to be humanoid/mermaid like- but on the other hand I want him to actually look like a serpent!#might share them at some point but I haven't really drawn one that I want to consider his true form yet so idk #all I do know for certain is that I want him to be BIG in his serpent form #also any thoughts and inputs from you guys is greatly appreciated!#cause this au is still very new so I'd love to hear other people's ideas going forward #hobie brown #spider punk #sea serpent hobie #across the spider verse #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse au #spiderverse #my post #my au

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alicuntisms · 2 years

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[when you just can’t decide if you’re committing to another multi-chaper wip so you don’t want to post it ao3 but you do want to share it with people you make a tumblr post about it.]

and i know that it’s delicate - an amy/laurie . . . thing?

based on little women (2019)

Laurie fully intends on meeting Amy at her hotel to escort her to the New Years Eve ball but not long after parting ways with her in the park he hears of her courtship with Frad Vaughn. Fred Vaughn. His friend. His classmate. The stuffy, rich, British ass of a man that Laurie had foolishly introduced to the March family that fateful day at the beach. It had not seemed to matter back then when all he saw was Jo, when all he wanted was Jo. But now that his heart was truly broken and shuttered away in the black recesses of his soul, the thought of little Amy March being courted by Fred Vaughn makes him feel sick.

He drinks instead to drown the thought of the March girls, of the life that he might have led if Jo had just loved him back. He meets two beautiful French ladies who smell of perfume and other men’s cologne. Their eyes are as dark as their hair and the opposite of every sunshine filled March girl that he’s ever thought about. The perfect distraction from his brooding thoughts.

They laugh at his jokes and tell a few crude ones of their own, hiding their broad smiles behind lace fans. Laurie slips his face behind the shorter of the two’s fan (Marissa is her name or maybe it was Marie, Laurie couldn’t remember when his mind was blurry with drink) and steals a kiss, groaning a bit when she licks at the seam of his lips. They yearn to dance and Laurie is more than willing to accommodate him and what better place than the ball Amy had invited him to?

Later, he’ll blame the drink and the perfume and lithe fingers that danced along the backs of his hands for his outburst. But he knows that it’s that dark, black part of him, the ugly side that Jo had seen so clearly and turned away from, bursting out of him uncontrollably.

“I’ll be good, Saint Amy! I’ll be good,” he promises, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her from walking away.

She’s already disgusted with him, her heartbreak clear on her face. Amy has always had the most expressive face - sometimes even more so than Jo with all her bluster and noise. But he cannot stop himself from digging his grave a little deeper, from pushing at that open wound in them both left by the way he ran away from Jo’s rejection.

“I feel sorry for you, I truly do,” Amy says, voice low and mouth turned down into a frown. He doesn’t know why it cuts so deep - her disappointment - but it does, burning him from the inside out. “I just wish you’d bear it better.”

He laughs at that, “Oh, don’t worry, Amy. You’ll feel the same as me one day. Just wait.”

“No,” she replies without any thought, without any hesitation, shaking her head. “No, if I couldn’t be loved at least I’d be respected.”

“Ah, yes, and is that what you have with Fred Vaughn, oh great artiste?” he asks with a sneer, waving his drink at her. It spills on the cuffs of his shirt, staining the white silk pink. “Respect? Or is it the 40,000 a year that endears you to him so?”

She gasps, the color draining from her face as the other guests turn to stare at the spectacle they are putting on. Laurie does not think he’s ever hated himself as much as he does when Amy’s eyes fill with tears that she quickly blinks away. She opens her mouth to say something else but Laurie cannot hear it. He won’t.

“Fred Vaughn, everyone!” he shouts one last time, spilling the rest of his drink onto the dance floor as he backs away from Amy. He thinks he hears her apologize to Fred before he storms out of the hall entirely, the look on Amy’s face chasing him back to his own hotel where another bottle of wine waits for him.

It takes him less than five minutes to regret every word that slipped from his mouth. He seeks her out the next day at her studio, an apology poised on his mouth. She doesn’t accept it, of course she doesn’t, but she doesn’t ask him to leave either which is probably more than he deserves.

He listens to her speech about economics and marriage and being a woman. He listens and he thinks about it and he thinks some more and when his heart had filled his throat as he unbuttoned her apron, Theodore Laurence made a decision.

They’re in the park, casually discussing his lack of direction, when he can bear it no longer. It’s not like it was with Jo - all emotion and yelling and forcing her to hear him. He’s quiet this time, “Don’t marry him.”

“What?”

Laurie repeats himself, walking towards her with his hands in his pockets. He knows that his heart should be pounding, he should be nervous and sweating and down on one knee with a ring in his hand but he’s already started and he won’t stop now.

“No,” she barely mutters, face melting into one of pure anguish. It makes his stomach drop but he won’t back down. He reaches out a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, contradicting her at the same time. He wants to cup her cheek, wants to drag her face up to his to kiss the denials from her mouth. “No. No. Stop it. You’re being mean.”

He drops his hand to his side, ice running through his veins, “How? How am I being mean?”

“I have been second to Jo my whole life,” Amy starts, chest heaving and face turning red in her distress. Laurie wants nothing more than to pull her into his arms, to soothe the hurts that he caused in his youth, to do anything just so that she will smile at him again. “And I will not be the one you settle for because you cannot have her!”

“No!” Laurie blurts, shaking his head vigorously. Amy scoffs, rolling her eyes, clearly gearing up to argue with him. Laurie grabs her by her upper arms, pulling her towards him so that she can’t get away. Her eyes widen with shock - maybe a hint of fear. “That’s not it. That’s not it at all, Amy. I’m not settling - how could anyone settle for Amy March?”

“So, what? You’ve magically developed feelings for me?” Amy whispers, spitting the word out like it’s poison.

“Would it be that shocking?” Laurie asks in answer, frowning down at her. His glances at her mouth briefly - pictures the way she would go soft under his lips, the way she would cling to him. He chokes down the fantasy and takes a deep breath. “That I would find you to be everything a man could want in a wife? That I would get down on one knee for you? We’ve spent nearly every day of the past month with each other - not to mention the years that we’ve spent knowing each other. Who else can say they know you as I do?”

“Laurie, wh-what are you saying?” Amy asks. She reaches up and grips his elbows with her hands, the warmth of her palms seeping through the thin fabric of his suit jacket and shirt.

“Marriage is an economic proposition, yes?” Laurie asks, recalling their previous conversation. Amy frowns, her grief and shock changing to confusion, but she nods all the same. “I’m not as rich as Fred Vaughn but I am wealthy, Amy, and who else would love your sisters the same as you?”

“No,” Amy repeats, shaking her head again. She lets go of him, wrenching herself free from his hands and turning away from him. “I will not . . . no, Laurie. No.”

“You know that I’m right,” Laurie insists, following her as she wanders away from him. He’s sure that she wants space but he can’t give it to her, can’t do anything other than follow her blindly around the park. “This makes sense, Amy. Marry me and let us be happy, Amy.”

He ignores the way his stomach twists up when he realizes that it’s the same words he’d said to Jo in his desperation. He doesn’t feel the same urgency as he did then. Instead, there’s a calm sort of confidence. Where it’s coming from, Laurie can’t say but he’s willing to revel in it a little.

Somehow, her face manages to drop even further. Laurie thinks it would be kinder to just gut him right then and there. He’s sure she hears it in his voice when he mumbles her name again, taking her tiny hand in both of his. He rubs his thumb across her knuckles and is tempted to press a kiss to her palm.

“You cannot exchange one March sister for the other, Mr. Laurence,” Amy says, voice stiff and unyielding. The formality of her address makes his stomach drop to the bottoms of his shoes. She meets his eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. She makes no move to wipe them away, no attempt to hide her aching heart from him. He doesn’t know if it's because she wants to hurt him in turn or if it’s as simple as her not caring anymore. “I am not Jo and I never will be. I don’t know what you hoped to accomplish here, Mr. Laurence, but I very much would appreciate it if you would let me go. I’m sure Aunt March is looking for me.”

He doesn’t let her go and she makes no move to free herself this time.

“You said you were to be an ornament to society,” Laurie says, forging ahead all the same. “And, frankly, I am inept at such things. I am in need of a wife who is everything that is charm and grace and beauty and there is none better than you, Amy March. You do not love me. I know that. You despise me. I have accepted that. But we were friends once, weren’t we? Can we not get back to that?”

“Friends do not marry,” Amy mutters though it is a weak argument. “Friends do not offer up loveless marriages to make up for their character deficiencies! You must make yourself a better man, I cannot do it for you!”

“Amy,” he groans, rolling his eyes which just earns him a shocked gasp. Laurie grits his teeth and does his best to not squeeze her hand too tightly in his frustration. “Don’t you see? You make me want to be that better man and I know I can do it with you by my side! In return, I will take care of you and your family - Marmie, Beth, Jo. All of them - even Hannah and mean old Aunt March. Fred Vaugn would carry you off to London, keeping you thousands of miles away from your beloved family. The home I’m offering is just across the way. We can be happy, Amy, I know we can.”

He’s practically begging but he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t want to stop himself. He’s determined to show her just how much he is willing to humble himself before her. He just . . . he doesn’t think he could survive watching her marry Fred Vaughn, survive without her smiles and her rebukes and her laughter. She has to see that he is the better option, that he will keep her close to her family and close to his heart. She has to see.

“I need time to think,” Amy mumbles, avoiding his eyes. She finally pulls her hands free, taking a step away from him. She looks up at him but she’s focused on a spot just over his shoulder. “You will give me that, won’t you? Time to consider your proposal?”

Laurie just nods once. Amy barely acknowledges him as she gathers her art supplies and walks determinedly out of the park. She doesn’t look back.

It takes her a full day (the entirety of which he spends alternating between pacing his room and finally writing a response to Grandfather’s request to join him in London) to write him a short note. His hands shake as he opens the envelope. It’s a simple, one worded answer, Yes.

#little women 2019 #amy/laurie #amy x laurie #amy march #theodore laurence #i legitimately do not know what this is or if i am going to continue it but i wanted to share so like #here #linette writes #is it in character? who knows #is it good?#again who the fuck knows #but i did it #thoughts and prayers would be greatly appreciated #seriously though let me know your thoughts #and if y’all want this continued #(I say while trying to not put any weight on the lack of interaction that can happen on this hellsite)#it's delicate

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