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oneshotnewbie · 4 months

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What about a possible one-shot with Carina, Maya, Daughter

Maya has made it very clear to Lane that she doesn’t want (daughter) to know them. (Daughter) doesn’t know a single thing about Mayas Parents but really wants to get to know them. Maya shuts down every conversation that has to do with her father. (Daughter) take it into her own hands to find them. She eventually finds them and things are good but (daughter) tells Lane shes a competitive Gymnast so Lane starts to attend her gym practice and coaches her. (Daughter) starts to find out the real Lane but it’s too deep of a secret to casually bring it up to her moms. Injury’s set in and things start to take a terrible turn. Their daughter isn’t the same.

Maya and Carina promised they wouldn’t tell their daughter about the sprained ankle at the Olympics because they don’t want their daughter to have the same mentality Maya did especially at a young age. But Lane would tell their daughter all these stories which goes straight to her head.

(Could be any sport but I feel like gymnastics is an easy one for over seen injuries)

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The smell of fresh coffee filled Maya's cozy kitchen on this sunny morning. She stood at the window, absentmindedly stirring her cup, while the birds chirped happily outside, welcoming the new day. But despite the apparent calm that surrounded her home, there was an uncertainty in the air that she could not shake.

Maya sighed and leaned her hips against the counter. Her eyes wandered to the family photo on the shelf opposite - a snapshot of happy times, smiling with her wife and their daughter. But her parents were missing in each of them. The memories of happy days suddenly mixed with the pain of what developed between her and her father and what it meant. You would never have grandparents.

A gentle knock on one of the room dividers interrupted her thoughts and she took a deep breath before turning her gaze to the figure stretching out in front of her. It was you, a lively teenager with curious eyes and a big smile on your face that you definitely inherited from Carina. "Good morning, mom. What are you doing?" you scurried into the kitchen and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Maya forced herself to smile and appear happy, her mind still reeling. "Good morning, my darling. I am just drinking my coffee. Your mother made pancakes before she went to work. Would you like some too?"

You nodded enthusiastically and sat down at the table while Maya poured you a cup and served the prepared breakfast. When she sat down next to you, she could see the unspoken question in your eyes. "You want to try to find out about your grandparents again, don't you?" she tried to sound as calm as possible, while she was consumed with anxiety whenever the topic came up. You nodded shyly and sipped the hot broth while your gaze was fixed on her. "Yes, mom. I ask myself every day why I am not allowed to meet them. All my friends have grandparents, and so do I, but-„

Maya felt a lump in her throat and her heart began to burn like an inferno as she struggled with the words. "Dear, it's complicated. Drop that subject finally, please." Your eyes reflected disappointment and a slightly tingling anger, as if the hope of eventually having a complete family was fading in them "But I just want to understand, Mom. Why do you always block me when I ask about Grandma and Grandpa?"

Maya felt simultaneously touched and overwhelmed by your determination. A tornado was stirring in her heart, she didn't want to lie to you or withhold important information from you but the past between her and Lane was a minefield you should never enter. "Sweetheart, I know you're curious, but sometimes things happen between people that make it difficult to get along," she reaches for your hand, trying to keep her emotions under control as you pulled it back to you and looked at her with resignation. "But can't we try? Maybe if it's broken it can be repaired."

"Your grandfather and I are estranged in many ways. There are many things left unsaid and wounds that will never heal," small tears welled up in the blonde's eyes. She wanted nothing more than to give you a family, but she knew it wasn't that easy. "And sometimes it's better to leave things as they are. I just want you to be happy."

"Whatever you say. I'm not happy about your decision and my curiosity won't die." You said out loud, taking a few forkfuls of breakfast. Your young thoughts were clouded with a hint of defiance as you grabbed your school bag and put on your shoes before heading off to school. Saying a quick goodbye to your mother, you got dressed and walked out. You had had enough of the secrets and blocking conversations about your grandparents.

You took advantage of this moment and day to act. Your decision was made - you would get to know your grandfather, even though your mother vehemently refused and you would be in trouble if she found out about it. With big steps and a constant beating of your heart, you made your way to the bus stop. This time, however, your destination wasn't the school, but your grandfather's house, which you only knew from old photos. You were determined to find answers to your questions, even if it meant going into unknown territory.

The bus rattled through the city street as you wondered what awaited you. Your heart was pounding wildly as you imagined his appearance before the bus stopped. With a firm step and in silence, you crossed the streets and approached the house that looked so beautiful in the photos. The door to the old but well-maintained house creaked open as you hesitantly but firmly knocked on the hard wood.

An older woman who resembled your mother opened the door with kindness but also a sparkling sadness. "May I help you?" She spoke carefully and you swallowed hard, knowing who you had in front of you. "I'm y/n. I'm the daughter of Maya Bishop," You replied in a firm voice and the woman opened the door wide, obviously surprised as she looked at you for a moment. Without words, she stepped aside and let you enter.

The house was bare and cold - photos were missing from the walls, an old fireplace adorned the living room, but it was no longer used, while the sterile smell of cleaning products filled your nose. Katherine, she had imagined, led you further into the house, where your grandfather was sitting in a comfortable armchair, watching a sports show.

You stood in the doorway and stared at the back of your grandfather's head before he turned around briefly and looked at you with his tired eyes. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

“I’m y/n, your granddaughter.” You replied firmly, even if your voice began to tremble slightly. He quickly dropped the remote and stared at you as if trying to confirm your identity. "Maya's daughter?" He asked with a hint of disbelief and when you nodded, he asked you to sit on the sofa.

The silence in the room was palpable as he looked at you, stunned. The woman who had let you in seemed uneasy around him and quietly left the room without a word. Lane, he imagined, sighed and stroked his face. He continued to be silent before you broke the silence. "I'm here because I want to know who you are and why mom doesn't want me to meet you." with a firm and dominant voice he began to tell you a story about misunderstandings that, unknowingly, were a true lie.

You listened intently as your grandfather's words opened up a world you had never known and it turned into a deep conversation in which you revealed to him who you were and what it was like growing up with two mothers. Including your love for sports and the fact that you have been doing gymnastics since childhood.

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Over the next few weeks and months, Lane began training you in the concentrated atmosphere of the gym. The room was filled with the grace and energy of the athletes around you but also the sound of concentrated breathing and the quiet shuffling of bare feet across the mats.

Your grandfather, with a look of persistence and decades of experience on his face and a stoic stance and sharp gaze, watched you glide across the mats with an almost carefree elegance and ease. The pride you had built up in him in such a short amount of time was obvious, but his drive to perfect you and take you to an even higher level was just as strong.

The initial training started gently as he guided you through the drills and fundamentals of new tricks, correcting your movements and posture, and improving and refining your technique. But as time went on, the ongoing sessions intensified and you noticed him getting stricter every time you entered the gym. His demands on you were higher than you could imagine, his pace relentless. He had even changed your diet and extended your hours in the gym until the evening hours.

Lane pushed you beyond your limits, demanding more of your body than it could handle. "Come on, y/n. This is so easy! Just concentrate the hell out of it and tense your upper body properly!" The movements became more complex, the exercises more demanding, the demands on your muscles harder, and as you struggled to keep up, small injuries began to arise that the continued training would not allow to heal. With each successive session you felt your body groaning under the constant challenge, but you continued to fight so as not to disappoint him.

"I can't take it anymore, Grandfather. My entire body is on strike," you struggled with every step to live up to his expectations while feeling the exhaustion in every fiber of your being. But you persevered, driven by the desire to meet his expectations. "Oh don't talk nonsense, if your mother could ran an entire marathon with a sprained ankle then you can do a few simple gymnastics exercises, damn it!"

You slowly understood why Maya didn't want you to deal with him. He was strict, driven by a malevolent will to perfect everything that came into his hands. But now you were in the middle of chaos, unheard of your mother's words and you couldn't escape. You were trapped in a destructive battle with no way out or help. And the fact that your mother was strong enough to actually run and win an entire marathon with a bad foot spurred you on to keep going.

It started with a sore Achilles tendon and a bruise on your arms and legs, but with the continued rigor of training the injuries worsened. Every muscle group twitched with exhaustion, and you felt your joints aching and rubbing against each other. Your grandfather was merciless in his strictness. He pushed you beyond your limits, as if he knew you could do more than you gave yourself credit for, and so he demanded more, even if it meant your body shaking and your joints protesting every trick.

The small injuries turned into bigger problems as your muscles tired and your posture weakened, giving way to torn muscles, a sore foot, and a bruised ankle. Lane saw her struggle and his pride grew. But in a relentless way, he ignored the signals of your body collapsing and you fought against the uncertainty and the grueling physical and psychological exhaustion of whether you could ever live up to Lane's expectations without losing yourself.

When you got home that evening, you struggled to hide the injuries. Behind every smile, you hid the unspeakable pain of your probably sprained ankle and changed clothes to hide the bruises and muscle swelling. But the signs of your physical exhaustion became harder to hide, and your mothers began to notice your restlessness.

When Maya and Carina returned home, they found you in the kitchen not for the first time this week, with your head resting on your arms and sleeping on the kitchen table. Concerned, two pairs of eyes widened as they looked at your sleeping form and they slowly approached you to gently wake you up. You jumped, contorting your face to suppress the scream of pain so as not to arouse your parents' concern, but the pain and inability to hide your suffering became increasingly obvious. "Baby? Are you okay? You look so tired and exhausted,"

"Yes, I'm fine. Our trainer has increased our training a little and I just have to get used to it. Plus school, which is getting more strenuous at the moment because of the exams.." you lied straight to her face, juggling between determination, continuing your training with Lane in secret, and the fear that your parents would learn the truth about the physical hardships that your grandfather, with whom you were not supposed to have any contact, was putting you through.

"Are you sure? I think there's something else going on?" She asked carefully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You wanted to collapse into her arms, the strain on your body was so heavy and it was even harder to withstand not telling Maya and Carina the truth. "Yes, I'm sure, Mom. I'm going to bed now, I'm tired."

They both just nodded and let you go, but a sinking feeling in your stomach remained. The challenge of keeping up with the lie and hiding your injuries became a painful double life, forcing you to choose between the need for perfection in training and the need to prevent her parents' growing concern. You had to be as good as your mother was when she was younger. If she could manage to run a full marathon with a sprained ankle, you could also manage to face and swallow the injuries. You were just as strong as her.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Housemate

in which Y/N finds a cheap place to live...

(Werewolf!Harry × Florist!reader)

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*****

Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.

You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.

You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.

Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.

Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.

You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.

*****

Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.

His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.

A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.

His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.

No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.

He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.

He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.

"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.

"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.

He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.

"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.

"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.

He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"

That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-

Woah there calm down.

"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.

"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.

There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.

"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.

Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.

"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.

"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.

"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.

Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.

"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.

You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.

Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.

"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.

"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.

"Welcome to Lone Cottage, Y/N"

*****

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Journey To Wonderland

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Synopsis : The pirates of Ignim, known as notorious pirates have decided to set the sail to a magical island called Wonderland, where they hope to acquire magical powers and their lost childhood memories. But, they are troubled by their lack of information about the route and amongst this they stumble upon a girl who knows the route to Wonderland and is willing to help. What happens next in the story is for you to find out........

Genere : Fantasy, Royalty, Pirate

Pairing : Secret

Prolouge / Ch.1 / Ch.2

Chapter 1 : Destiny

Birds chirping, golden sun rays hitting her face, wind carrying the coldness with it. It's is the start of the summer.

She walks around following her daily morning routine, but she is more happier today because of visible climate change. She is so ready to welcome summer. As always. Picnics on beach will be more often now, more contact with sea. Her curiosity.

It's time to decide which new recipe she will try today. 'Maybe some experiment with apples today' she thinks to herself and decides on it. Taking a small, empty fruit basket with her, she locks the home and goes on a hunt for fresh, juicy apples. And she exactly knows where she can get those.

Her steps take her to a very familiar location. A old woman smiles as soon as she see the young charming lady visiting her. "Oh, you are here!" The old lady says. "Yes."

"You want anything?" The old lady asks yo the girl. "Oh come on. Is it important that I should visit you only if I have work? I came here to help you. And yes, I will also be needing some apples which I will buy while going home." " So, you will really buy from your own shop?" The old woman asks in rethorical way.

"It's not mine grandma. You really work hard for this. I don't think I should take fruits for free just because we are close. And, don't I always tell you this?" "Okay, okay. I can never win against young blood, can I ?" They both laugh at this.

As you are returning home, you saw him outside your house. Seokhun, Mayor's son. A real pain in ass. He always comes to your house with the reason of collecting the rent, but no, he is not here just for that. He has two more people with him. Ever since you have started living on rent in their house, he has always tried to get with you. It's just enough at this point. You can't handle him now. Recently his actions has become more worst, he tries to hold your hands, tries to kiss you, etc. At this point, it's all harrasment. But you can't do anything, no one will listen to you. You don't want to ho home anymore so you turn back.

Just strolling around the town, the thought of Seokhun crosses your mind again. You can't continue to live in that house like that. But the fact that you won't get any house in as cheap rent anywhere bothers you.

As you are walking on a road alongside the beach, something catches your eyes. Beomgyu??? With a girl??? Oh no, he is at it again. You facepalm. Just when he also looks at you and there is a "screwed up" look on his face. He wastes no time and run to you for an explanation. Basically Beomgyu is your childhood friend. He was the one who found you first.

It was almost 11 years ago when you were found passed out on the shore of Ohnoj. Beomgyu was playing on island when he saw you laying on the sand. He came to you, trued to wake you up, but no answer from you. He suddenly called Grandma Hwang. Well, she is not Beomgyu's grandma but she is preety known in town. She has always been living alone. She came and took you to her.

When you woke up, you didn't knew anything, you just knew your name. Park Jaehwa. That's all you knew. And they only thing related to your past was your silver chain with a blue diamond pendant and some complex carvings on the silver around it. On the backside of it the initials of your name were carved "P.J". And nothing much. Though you get some occasional flashbacks about your past, but only when you do something you used to do before. It does hurt your head. You grew up with Grandma Hwang, and Beomgyu has been by your side since then. They took very good care of you. Later on you moved to other house just because you thought you were being a burden for Grandma and started a bakery in your house. When you were found, they estimated your age was around 12-13, according to that you are probably 23-24 now.

But something always keeps telling you that you don't belong here. Whenever you are at sea, it feels like the wind is pulling you towards sea, a voice, not audible but only in your head, tells you that someone else needs you, someone that is on the other side of the horizon. You desire of crossing the sea is more stronger than anything else.

Beomgyu jogs and stands right in front of you. "You are with a new girl, Again??" You ask putting stress on "again". He scratches his nape.

"Umm, Jaehwa, believe me, I am not playing with this girl."

"And?? As if I have not heard this from you before."

"No no, for real. I am definitely not playing with her."

"Mind telling me her name."

"Oh, her name is Bora"

"Oh, so, she is Bora??"

"Yup, I told you right, my long time crush, I am finally deciding to confess to her."

"I am gonna beat your ass if I find out that you are playing with her too. I have told you before, many times, that it's not a good thing."

"But, I don't do it anymore. Believe your brother, will you?"

"Okay" you deadpan. "But, remember my words."

He does a salute, "Yes, ma'am." and runs off back to her.

You smile to yourself seeing that he is finally getting with his crush of years.

You don't want to spoil his mood by telling your problem to him now. Seokhun will probably leave after sometime. How much time is he going to wait in front of a locked door.

As you are walking alongside the beach you hear someone talking about pirates. There were two men sitting in a open wooden shed. You were at the backside of the shed, but you could still hear then through the slots between the wooden planks.

"Pirates like them have stepped on our island. Are they going to loot us all??" Man one says terrified.

"Yeah, what if they kill us?" Another man says.

"I heard the worst. Those are not just any pirates. They are the Destiny's crew."

"What?!!! The young pirate king? I have heard alot about them."

"They are so young. But merciless. I have heard that their eyes don't shine at all, they just look so dark."

"I can't feel the atmosphere change from the time they have come."

"Does mayor knows about this? We should not let them stop at our land, or ready troops for a fight. These pirates are-"

They are cut by someone's deep, intimidating voice.

"These pirates are, what? You were saying something?"

That man asks but no answer from first two men.

""If you are so terrified to talk about pirates, why do you even talk about them then?" Another man with crystal clear voice says.

You still couldn't here anything from first two men.

"You were saying something about banning those pirates from your island, right?"

There is a pause.

"Well, for your information, no one can tell us what to do or where to stop. We do whatever we want, understood?"

Your hand flies to your mouth. Right on the other side there are crew of Destiny who caught those two men gossiping about them. You get it why those two men terrified to speak.

You tried to poke your eye from the slit in the wood. You catch a slight glimpse of them,they wore something that you have never ever seen anyone wearing. Even though you can't see properly, you try to observe the taller man, but when you look at his face with a blank expression, you feel goosebumps on your whole body. You try to find his eyes, but just then he looks exactly at you. Your soul almost left your body. You back away and crouch down keeping a hand on your heart.

Even though there was a whole wooden wall between you and them, you still felt he could watch you. 'How did his eyes directly dart at the thin slit? Did they see me?' You think. But you hear their steps fading away in the sand.

All that you heard just made you more and more curious. The people you have been hearing about for years are so close but you just can't gain enough courage to face them. You are just walking absentmindedly when another gossip alongside road catches your attention. You slow your steps down to listen.

"Those pirates are hiring some people according to what I heard."

"They are not here to loot us??"

"No, that's strange behaviour for pirates but I heard they are not here for loot."

"According to me, an insane person would ever think of joining that ship."

'Hiring crew?' You think. From where you are, you can only see the faint silhouette of the big ship standing little away from the shore, in the waters. But you are so curious to know more about it. You decide to ask about your doubts to a person sitting near the Dock.

"Excuse me. Can I ask you something about those pirates?"

His eyes shot up to you.

"Hey, keep your voice low when you speak about Destiny crew."

He warns, and you just nod.

"Can you tell me why are they here?"

"I heard they are here for hiring and this news is confirmed. They have told to gather near ship to all those who are interested to join the crew in sometime."

"But we have never had any pirate on our land and suddenly them."

"You know, they are not just any pirates. They don't follow anyone's rules."

You pause.

"But why are they hiring from random islands or countries? I have heard that they have their own organisations or some sources that provide crew."

"That ain't compulsory."

There is a pause again. But the man motions you to come closer, and you do.

"I have a exclusive information, but, don't tell anyone." He looks on his left and right, confirming there is no one else.

"I heard they are going to a place from that fairytale. They can't properly find the way to the place. You know, Wonderland...."

As soon as you hear Wonderland, it feels like everything stopped. The man is still speaking but his voice fades. There is a loud beep ringing in your ears and multiple images of certain something flashes in front of your eyes. Sea, ship, mountain, some glowing things, etc. But the last image lasted longer, big white gates. That's all. You clutch your head.

"Hey lady, are you okay?"

You look at him.

"I- I am fine. But, but are you sure whatever you have heard is right?"

"Yes, I overheard a crew talking about it."

"Okay. Thank you."

You step away from the man and breathe deeply. 'What was that?' You think.

You step in sand, looking at the sea. The feeling that you get, again. Someone calling from the horizon. The sudden strong wind makes your hair sway. You exhale. You turn your head to look at the ship again and think, "Is this it?"

Without thinking for a second time, you are already walking towards Destiny. There are already some people standing in front of the ship and a tall man standing in front of them. It's the man from earlier, with the deep voice.

Some people are standing in line, you just stand at the very end not know what to

do. From what you heard, he is the Quartermaster of the ship.

"I can sew, master."

"We already have enough tailors on our ship. No need of another. Rejected."

Just like his sharp features, he is also sharp with his words.

"Next, what do you have?"

"I- I can cook, master." Another one says with his head down.

"Again, we have enough cooks."

He says annoyed.

Just like that, many people get rejected and only few get selected. Only those, who could fight, and those are all men. He stands in front of you, asking you.

"What about you?"

You are just standing there confused, you haven't even decides if you should get on the ship or not.

"I- I-."

He raises his eyebrows.

"I can, umm. I can clean."

"We have got enough people for that."

Before he walks of, you stop him. You don't even know why you are doing this.

"I can, manage any stuff if you want me to."

He doesn't listen and just keeps walking. You are chasing behind him.

"I know the way to Wonderland."

Your hand flies to your mouth not knowing why you said that. He stops dead in his track. You are shocked by yourself. He turns back and squints his eyes. You remove you remove the hand from your mouth and look directly at him. You gulped. He takes one look at you, from down to up, at your face hand then he speaks.

"On the ship, before sun touches the horizon. Otherwise, forget it. " This is the only thing he says and walks away.

Chapter 2 : On-board

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pareidoliaonthemove · 6 months

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Down by the Lake

It was a rare opportunity for Grant and Sally Tracy to spend some time with just one of their grandsons. With his mother still exhausted with a new-born baby, his father at work, and his three eldest brothers safely at school and playgroup, they had taken the opportunity to take Gordon into town – starting with the large park, hoping to let the boy run down some of the seemingly endless energy he possessed.

After all, the worst Gordon could do was get a little damp and dirty, right?

Neither of them worried unduly when Gordon immediately raced to the edge of the ‘lake’, screaming “Fishies!” The boy had promised – promised – that he would stay out of the water this time, not that it really mattered, it was a warm spring day, and Gordon could swim like the fish that so enraptured him.

So it was without any urgency that they followed him down towards the water’s edge, enjoying the day, and each other’s company.

Grant was distracted by an old acquaintance, and stopped to talk, while Sally continued on towards where her grandson was squatting by a large patch of reeds, looking for the fish.

She was unprepared for Gordon to suddenly scream, and start running back towards her.

Pursued by a very large, very angry goose. A hissing, and spitting, and flapping goose.

As her grandson ran past her breathless with terror and tears running down his face, Sally stepped forward, and without thinking, grabbed …

… and suddenly found herself holding an enraged goose by the neck, as it flapped its wings at her furiously, and tried to bite at her arms and fingers.

The men had heard the commotion and came running, skidding to a stop a distance away, and staring in disbelief.

“What the h…!” Grant only just managed to stop himself from cursing in front of his grandson.

“It was attacking Gordon!” Sally said, grimly.

Grant looked towards the long reeds, “Must have gotten too close to a nest in that lot.” He turned back to his wife and chuckled, “Are you going to let it go?”

Sally stared at him. “If I let it go, it’ll attack me! You’re the farmer, you deal with the animal!”

Grant threw his hands up in mock despair. “Fine. Give it here, Sal.”

Sally happily let her husband get a good grip on the bird and released hers, and watched from a safe distance – with her grandson hiding behind her legs – as he all but dragged the bird back to the water’s edge, before kneeling down and awkwardly lifting the goose’s body up. Standing side on to the water’s edge, Grant began rocking the animal back and forth, before with a heave, throwing the animal as far as he could towards the centre of the lake.

The goose recovered quickly, and flew to a gentle-ish landing on the water, before swimming rapidly for the safety of the reeds, all the while honking loudly and indignantly at the man standing resolute on the water’s edge.

Grant stood for a few minutes after the goose had disappeared, waiting to see if the bird would make a reappearance. Eventually he took a couple of steps backwards, before turning to make his way back to his family.

“Well, that was exciting, wasn’t it?” he smiled cheerfully at Gordon. “You know what, after that adventure, I think we all deserve ice cream, don’t you?”

As Gordon shouted happily, and shot off in the direction of the general store where the he knew his grandfather brought his favourite ice creams. This time Grant and Sally hurried after him.

After all, there was no telling what trouble he could find.

Notes:

I was recently reminded of a story of my grandparent’s antics when a goose tried attacking my younger sister in a public park (many, many years ago).

The goose never stood a chance. Not when Grandma was there.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#fanfiction #my fanfic #thunderbirds are go #sally tracy #gordon tracy #grant tracy #it's a lovely day and you are a horrible goose

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blythebewitched · 1 month

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Meemaw's Friend: Smiling Critters Oneshot

It was a cool night in early spring. The sky was clear and the farm was quiet. Picky laid in bed still half awake. She couldn't shake the thought of work the next morning. There was so much to do in time for the spring festival. Her and her meemaw went every year. It was one of their favorite things to do.

The thought of exhaustion and excitement stirred in her mind making it impossible to sleep. She knew meemaw would be angry if she didn't rest. But what does one do to fall asleep with an overactive mind? Picky thought back to her friends Bubba and Dogday, who practiced breathing when they needed to be steadied.

She turned from her side so that she was on her back. Slowly, Picky inhaled, waited, exhaled and repeated. By the fifth time she inhaled, something caught her noses attention. It was . . . Smoky. Burning wood. Easily, she could tell it was meemaw's stone oven. She sat up and let her nose follow the scent. There were hints of something cooking.

What was meemaw doing up at this hour cooking? Meemaw had said earlier in the day that she would be back late. She expected her grandma to go to bed after a long day of errands. Not wanting her poor grandma to overwork herself, Picky got out of bed and traveled to the hall.

Walking down the hall, Picky caught more smells from the kitchen. Honey, cheese, tea. And something like cedarwood. When she got to the stairs, she peered into the kitchen. To her surprise, it wasn't JUST her grandma she saw.

The Phoenix in her grandma's kitchen was tall. Long hair, colorful and his voice was soothing as he laughed. He was helping Meemaw put away some dishes as she herself was checking the food.

“Meemaw? Who's that?”

Both heads swiveled in her direction. “Picky! Sweet Potato. You scared me.” Meemaw put a hand on the boys shoulder. “This is Sunny. He's been super helpful with the errands today.”

Sunny. The name struck a bell in Picky's head . . . Dogday mentioned a brother. Sunny was his name. It shouldn't have been surprising to her that Sunny is a bird. Kickin was their younger brother.

Picky extended her hoof out and he took it. “Nice to meet ch'ya.”

“The pleasure is all mine. DD spoke about you. Sorry for the late stop by. Did I wake you?”

“Naw. I been up anyway. Though I am curious about it? Meemaw? It's eleven! We got work tomorrow.”

“Oh! Speaking of work tomorrow, Sunny here has volunteered to help us. He's never been to the festival before!”

The revelation made Picky's jaw drop! “How have you never been!?” Picky ran up the stairs to the bookshelf in the hall. Quickly, she grabbed the photo album and ran back down. She grabbed Sunny's wrist on her way and sat them both at the table. Flipping through the pages, she landed on the section filled with photos of their trips to the festival.

Sunny looked up at Hearty through his eyebrows confused. Hearty chuckled. “Usually its just me and Picky who go. I knew she'd be excited if I invited you.” As the two went over the memories of past trips, Hearty pulled out the treats from the oven. She placed two treats each on small plates and poured tea for everyone at the table.

Sunny had always volunteered at the senior center. Earlier in the day she had seen him and decided to speak to him for the first time. When he mentioned never going to the spring festival, she thought inviting him to stay would help him make some friends his age. And there was no one better suited for that than her beloved granddaughter.

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #headcanon #poppy playtime #the smiling critters #dogday #smiling critters #picky piggy #sunny phoenix #sunshine phoenix #smiling critters oc #hearty hoggy

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lilystargazerwhite · 6 months

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My touhou villana plus height chart!

Basic run down is Shailaja is a vetala necromancer, but everything she brings to life is either too dumb or too irresponsible to obey her. Each of the girls next to her she has brought to life in some way.

Shailaja is a Vetala, an Indian corpse possessed by an evil spirit that is often under the influence of a shaman. Well, Shailaja is quiet the experimentalists, opting to become the shaman herself and attempting to raise an undead army against the living.

She started with simply bringing nothing to life, specifically a sack rabbit sewed with straw and crude tools. The rabbit came to service, A Troll cat! She really did have the power and potential for her goal, but this Rabbit (Dearie Dair) was cowardly, and just kept bringing her milk instead of killing or turning people. They kept bribing the dumb rabbit with milk. Perhaps it would be better to use the undead.

Chammak was her first attempt, an Acheri she attempted to sway into service, as they are highly dangerous ghosts of murdered children, but all this kid wants to do is bang on her gong and chase birds! She’s terrified of red ribbons too, which doesn’t help.

Sayang was next, Shailaja trying to attempt a ritual while in Malayasia. She straight stole a dead toddler, attempting to get a proper strong minion— but it was still a dumb toddler, and it wouldn’t stop stealing anything that glistened. Bit hard as hell too.

The world journey to find a necromancy spell that worked continued, as she headed into South Africa, again stealing the recently buried corpse of someone’s grandma. She hollowed, shrunk and stuck a nail through the forehead, bring Agetha back to life! But agetha was an old woman, reluctant to listen at all, considering this miracle of life some kind of retirement.

Her last attempt was in the east of china, digging up a long dead corpse. It was rotted so bad, she couldn’t tell the sex or age or anything. She attempted the Chinese writing (poorly) and it rose! But… it was dumb. It was stiff, didn’t talk, kept bumping into walls. Ah the beloved Jiang shi.

Long story short she fucking sucks at this.

#touhou #touhou project #touhou fanart #touhou oc #shailaja chundil #Bèng Dá #Dearie Dair #Chammak Chundil #Sayang #Agatha Von East London #imagine being so shit at being a necromancer you now have 3 kids

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vintervittrannerd · 6 months

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Training Challenge #6: Explore the Festival

How does your rider navigate the Festival? @thescorpioracesfestival

The traditional Scorpio dress was made of heavy wool and dyed a deep bloodred colour. The skirt was long and flowy, and the bodice was laced and heavily embroidered with seashells and pearls. A blue woven shawl and tiny bells around the ankles completed the look. The dress had once belonged to Freya’s grandma, and together they had altered it to make it fit Freya.

The Scorpio dance, danced at the festival to the beat of the Scorpio drums, was, just like so much about the races, seen mostly as entertainment by the tourists, and Freya supposed, by a lot of the islanders as well. But it was so much more than that. The dance was a celebration of Thisby and the Scorpio Sea and the mare goddess. It was an honoring of the sacrifices and losses that had been made and that would be made, and a prayer to the island and to the sea to keep sheltering and feeding them another year. It was as old as the races themselves.

But sure, it was also fun. Freya had participated in the dance since she was 18, wearing her grandmas dress from when she herself had been part of the dance. The dance was supposed to be performed by young, unmarried islanders to represent the future of Thisby. Having just turned 27 at the beginning of the month, Freya supposed she might not count as “young” much longer. But she was unmarried, and anyway, no one would stop her from dancing. The “young and unmarried” was more a suggestion than a rule, and Freya suspected it had more to do with the fact that older and married people didn’t have the time or energy to dance in the streets all night, than with any symbolism.

Tonight, as the festival buzzes with life around her and the beats of the Scorpio drums vibrate through her body, Freya dances. She dances as if this was the races, as if her life depended on it. She dances to chase away the doubts and fears she has about riding in the races. And slowly it works. The drums sound like Corax hoofbeats on the cliffs as they gallop together. The taste of salt in the wind is the same as when she stands in the sea with Corax by her side. The way her straw blonde hair whirls around her face is familiar, same as when it escapes her ponytail when she rides. Right there, on the streets of Skarmouth, her red skirt billowing around her, the sound of the bells around her ankles drowned out by the drums, Freya loses herself entirely to the island. She no longer worries about the races. They might kill her, or they might not, but either way, she is part of this island. It is in her blood. Just as the sea is in her blood. Just as Corax is.

When they call for all riders to head to the ceremonial stone, she follows without hesitation. She spots Jaxom in the crowd and nods at him, but don’t approach. This feeling inside of her, of being one with the island, is yet too fragile for her to risk losing it by speaking. Instead, she stands silent, as the woman in the bird costume spills a bowl of blood at the stone. She stands silent as rider after rider mount the stone and declares their intention to race. She stands silent until it is her time to step up onto the rock. Then, the feeling of certainty, of belonging grows stronger. This is where she is supposed to be. On this island. On this rock. Whatever may come, she is of Thisby. Freya looks out over the crowd and speaks.

“I will ride.” The slice of the knife and her blood dripping on the rock is nothing as she says the words that promise her to the sea, to kill or let live as it pleases. “Freya Thorne. Corax. By my blood.”

Masterlist

#the scorpio races #OC #tsrf2023 #thescorpioracesfestival #vintervittran writes

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wifebread · 2 years

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Obsessed | Pt.9

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character, Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1,9k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: OMG, is this a new part??? Sorry for my long absence and thank you all very much for the love we're receiving from you, the author and I sincerely appreciate it💙

Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9

“We are Responsible for those we tame”

Father, as promised, woke Percy up early. To be more precise, at half past 6 in the morning.

It takes several hours to get to grandma's house. Therefore, after a hasty breakfast, the father and daughter packed their things in the trunk and set off.

The girl was in high spirits, so she didn't even notice how she and her father got there.

Mostly elderly people lived in this area, but there were also young families with children, about the same age as Percy.

The houses were completely different and didn’t look like each other. Some were even abandoned.

In the countryside, there’s no noise, no car sounds, no early morning rides. There are many trees and flowers that immediately catch the eye, make you look and even relax, inhaling a pleasant aroma.

After getting out of the car, Percy waited for her father to pull her backpack and suitcase out of the trunk to go to her grandmother's house.

However, the woman was ahead of them, leaving the house and rushing to the car with a tray of pies.

“You're so late, my darlings," the woman said, kissing her son on the cheek.

“Hi, Grandma," Percy said, forcing a smile, thereby attracting attention to herself.

The woman turned to look at her and almost dropped the tray. Tears began to accumulate in the corners of her eyes; she was smiling ear to ear.

“My God, Percy!” the woman exclaimed, giving the tray to her son and going up to her granddaughter to hug. “How long have we not seen each other?” stroking the girl's hair, she asked. “She was tiny before, and now she’s even smaller.”

“Your job is to fatten her up,” said the father, nodding at the pies. “She eats like a bird. She only drinks coffee and all sorts of nasty things.” the girl grimaced.

“So, starting from today," the woman began, poking the girl's nose with her index finger. “you’ll have proper nutrition, 3 times a day.” Percy’s eyes were rounded by these words. She looked at her father, and he just laughed and shrugged.

“Okay, Mom,” putting a tray of pastries on a bench by the gate, the man began. “I’m off, work.” After kissing a woman and then a daughter, Song the eldest got back into the car. “Behave yourself.”

“I got it,” said the girl with a heavy sigh.

When her father was out of sight, grandma took Percy into the house.

Not much has changed since her last visit. Except for the new key holder that is now hanging in the hallway.

“I reported to your father, threw some jelly onto him,” the woman began, sitting down at the table and urging her granddaughter to do the same. “now we can revel.”

“So you won't put me on proper nutrition and force me to eat soups and porridges?” Percy asked, raising one eyebrow in surprise.

“Of course, I’m old and I have to teach my children and grandchildren how to live and eat properly,” the woman said with a laugh. “But who said I would?” Percy smiled, straightening her hair. “Would you like a cup of tea and cake?”

“I’d love that, thank you, but I'll make the tea myself, just sit.

Percy poured water into the kettle and put it on the stove to bring the liquid to a boil.

“Tell me, angel,” the woman began. “Will I become a great-grandmother soon?” putting a spoonful of jam in her mouth, grandma asked.

Percy choked on the air, almost suffocating.

“Gran, I’m only 17 yet,” said Son, coughing up.

“And what?” the woman asked in bewilderment. “I have already given birth to a Gyeongsuk at your age” it was about Percy’s aunt, her father's own sister.

“The time is different now,” the girl shrugged off. She clearly didn't want to think, nor talk about it. In addition, the person with whom she wants to start a family will go to another world on the same day and feed worms underground. Because he wouldn't let anyone but himself be with her. “Anyway, it's not like I'm into one particular guy.”

"You can tell your parents that," the woman said, wiggling her eyebrows. "But you can't fool me.” Percy swallowed, trying to calm the trembling in her body. "That friend, Shin, is a nice one, isn't he?"

"Do we have a "Let's get married"* program here? Somehow she looks a little like Larisa Guzeeva," Percy thought, rolling her eyes for a moment.

"Gran, we're just friends," Percy said, coughing. She hinted to her grandmother that she didn’t want to bring up this topic.

Sighing, the woman calmed down and changed the topic. The conversation turned to new neighbors. Anyway, Grandma liked to gossip about something.

She said that about 2-3 months ago, a family with an adult son settled next to her.

“His father is such a lovely man, always greets, helps carry bags,” the woman said, smiling. “The son is also very nice, friendly. The girls are chasing after him,” the woman continued laughing. “Only the mother... is too young. Maybe even a little older than you.”

"Well preserved?" thought Percy, chuckling. "Maybe his parents are divorced and this is his stepmother"

“It's not for us to get into this,” shrugging her shoulders, Percy said, finishing her tea.

"Of course," the woman agreed, sighing. "But I want to sit with my granddaughter and gossip," Grandma added, winking at Percy.

The girl laughed and went to the sink to wash the cup, but the woman stopped her and told her to go to rest. Percy kissed her grandmother and thanked her for the tea and treats, then, taking her suitcase and backpack, went into the room.

"I can forget about him at least for a while," Percy whispered, plopping down on the bed and exhaling with relief.

"Later, maybe I'll take a walk," Song thought, hugging a pillow and turning on her side. "There is a chance to meet that guy," the girl grinned at her thoughts. “Now I wonder to look at him”

Percy didn't stay on the bed for long. She needed to sort things out and go to the shower, because after the road she was a little tired.

***

Suga was lying on the bed in his bedroom and couldn’t sleep, although it was already 5 o'clock in the morning.

All his thoughts were now occupied with the fact that he had missed Percy, let her go.

The guy looked at the ceiling and fingered the girl's favorite soft toy, hoping that the bear cub would be able to replace her and calm him down.

He was only a little angry, because different thoughts and pain that settled in his heart again didn’t allow him to do this. He was drawn into the sadness arms, dragged away somewhere far away. He felt lonely, cut off from life. Just like in childhood.

"Weakling" snorting and rolling his eyes, the guy thought, clutching a pillow in his hand.

“Hey,” a voice made Suga raise himself on his elbows and look at the door. “I have news,” said the guy, passing to a friend and sitting down next to him on his bed.

"If you say again that you're still looking for her, you'd better get lost right away." Suga said calmly, closing his eyes.

“And you don't even want to know why you couldn't contact her?” he pursed his lips. “Yoongi, stop being a child,” the guy continued with a sigh. “Yes, it's my fault she just slipped through my fingers but....”

“Exactly, Taehyung,” turning to the guy, Shoogar said rudely. His eyes flashed unkindly. “You, a grown man, could not complete one simple task.”

There was silence in the room. V ruined Yoongi's mood, which is why he is insanely angry and ready to rant and rave now.

“Percy thought it all out," Taehyung began, clearing his throat, drawing his friend's attention. “Her phone, which has a tracker and wiretapping, was left at home. She hid it under the mattress.”

"You know I'm not interested," Yoongi said coldly, putting his hands under his head. "Neither that slut nor those two moose know where she's gone.” Taehyung was about to say something, but Suga looked at him with a raging gaze, which meant that it was better for V to be silent. "If you weren't my friends, you'd be lying in a ditch somewhere with a cracked skull.

Taehyung frowned, nervously clutching the edge of his jacket. V can stand up for himself, just like the other three, but resisting Yoongi is like suicide. He will kill his friends and not even blink.

Yoongi was tired of silence from his friend, so he abruptly sat down on the bed and, pulling his knees up to him, looked at V with a predatory look.

“Fuck off while I give you the opportunity.”

Taehyung nods and gets out of bed. When he reaches the door, he finally throws a worried "Eat something." But after receiving another such look, he sneaks out of the room.

The guy picks up a soft toy again. He examines and twirls, imagining not a teddy bear but Percy.

"You don't seem to be afraid of anything?" Yoongi asked, squeezing the toy harder in his hands. “A stupid bird that hopes to fly away somewhere on the stumps of its wings.” he said venomously.

Yoongi tried to suppress inside himself a wild desire to break all the girl’s bones so that she would remain bedridden forever and could not live independently and cope with everything. He drew pictures in his head where he was feeding her with a spoon and watching her try to resist. A wave of excitement passed through the body. One thought that Percy will become dependent on him — and any of his rules in relation to her, regarding cruelty and violence, he wants to forget and tear out of his head.

The guy’s clearly not right in the head, but who’s gonna tell him?

Yoongi loves the way he can, he is not capable of otherwise. What can a person who grew up amid violence, cruelty, murder and treating himself like cattle know about healthy love?

Thanks to his parents, he became a monster, which eventually became the cause of their fear.

Yoongi has gone through all the hells, survived. But as a child, he sometimes allowed thoughts of giving up, resigning himself or taking his own life. However, the beast that had been sitting somewhere inside him for a long time and was chained up, broke out. Got out to take revenge on all those who treated him like that.

On the day it happened, Yoongi experienced for the first time that feeling bursting inside him from the first murder. He was 11 years old, just a child. But even then, watching the torment of the man who was so desperately trying to cling to his life, he felt pleasure.

Percy was a beacon of hope that lit his way out of the dark. And although it is not finished yet and Yoongi has to follow the signs for a long time, the girl was able to restrain the monster that sits inside the guy. Tamed and calmed down. The beast inside Suga howls when Song is far away.

“We are Responsible for those we tame” Yoongi grins, having his tongue on the upper row of teeth.

to be continued...

*Let's Get Married (literally "Let's Marry") is a Russian dating program where a man or a woman chooses between three potential partners, with the assistance from family and friends present in the studio. Larisa Guzeeva is one of the three presenters, acting as a matchmaker.

#yandere bts #yandere youngi #yoongi x reader #yandere x reader #bts x reader #stalker yoongi #yandere kpop #bts yandere #btsyandere #yandere bangtan #kpop yandere #yandere #yandere au #bts #bts fanfic

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thevhagarwriter · 7 months

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Grandma Violence - I.II.

[Dragons, Death and Daemon]

Chapter II - Quiet Water

Birds fled in horror and crabs retreated quickly into the sand as the gigantic beast laying on the sandy shore let out an earthstattering roar. Vhagar couldn’t help but scream, the pain of drowning for a second time, having her mind taken by the shadowy paws of unknown deities and flung back into time and space was too much for her to bear.

Her head hurt so much, she couldn’t differentiate between up and down and left and right. The salty air stung in her eyes and mouth and the yelling of the frightened birds seemed to burst her eardrums.

She tried to stand up and to run away, but her long claws kept digging into the sand and she stumbled over her wings and tail.

Sharp pain seared through her head as her left wing slammed against a rock, breaking it under her and making her lose her footing for good as she landed on her back.

The world was still turning as she slowly blinked, staring at the cloudy sky, slightly unsharp and hazy due to her aged eyes.

Vhagar took a deep breath, her enormous body rising and falling. And then another and then another and then another.

The pain in her skull faded and her ears cleared - the sensitive, thin scales covering the hidden organs twitching slightly. While her eyes weren’t the best anymore, at least her hearing and sense of smell was as sharp as ever.

Without turning her head she deduced that she was at the east coast of Westeros. The air smelt colder and brought with it the faint scent of wet wood, human sweat and grilled fish. The west coast was usually warmer and less wind swept, therefore also having less olfactory traces.

Still she didn’t exactly know where she was or even when she was.

Vhagar took another deep breath and closed her eyes as she tried to clear her head. She searched at the edges of her mind, looking for the bond she shared with her human. It was like a quiet humming of bees in the back of her skull, humming songs of the humans feelings and impressions. If the human felt especially strongly, the humming turned into an outright scream - an inferno of emotion taking over her own ones, as dragon and human melted into one.

She furrowed her scaly brows as she concentrated harder, searching like a bloodhound on the hunt.

Where was Visenya? Her bond had felt like cool water on a day so hot it even bothered a dragon, it felt like small snowflakes landing on her snout and a thunderstorm rolling under her wings. They melted into one, drenched in the other's soul.

Where was Baelon? His bond had felt like the first meal after a long fight, like the first salmon of the season, a piece of crispy boar burned to perfection or the rare occasion of crushing huge, juicy melons between her jaws. It felt happy, vivacious and drunk on life.

Where was Laena? Her bond had felt like the sunrise on a spring day, like thousands of colorful flowers blooming on the field, their scent mingling with the singing of birds and the rushing of a melting river. She was like the melody of a nightingale: beautiful, elegant and welcoming. Where was Aemond? His bond had felt like the night sky after rising through the clouds. A vast expanse of darkness, illuminated by thousands of stars. Unknown, strange and dangerous. High above everyone else and shrouded in mystery, but also so familiar.

Vhagar sighed deeply. Her mind was her own, just her own. And while that would seem ideal for most, she felt terribly lonely. Dragons weren’t solitary animals. If they didn’t bond with another human, they would at least live together with others of their kind and form a flight. Of course there were always outliers, like the Cannibal or Grey Ghost and Vhagar had believed herself to be like them. She preferred her solitude, wandering the lands on her own, hunting her own food, choosing her own sleeping place. Vhagar had always felt very uncomfortable in the dragonpit. She couldn’t properly stretch her wings, her food was always brought to her and the smells and sounds of the gigantic city overwhelmed and confused her.

Still, sometimes she missed the companionship of those silly, little humans and her silly, little dragon juniors. They were fun.

Vhagar snapped out of her thoughts. She had no time to reminisce about her feelings. She had to find out what the seven hells were going on right now.

The earth shook beneath her and Vhagar groaned in pain as she willed her feet to claw deep into the earth while she stretched her wings parallel to the ground, heaving herself back on her hindlegs.

It took a moment for the enormous dragon to regain her balance, but when she did she stared straight at the ocean lying before her. She quickly gathered her thoughts; she was currently very big and heavy, her eyesight was beginning to blur, she was at the east coast of Westeros and most importantly, she was currently not bonded to any human. Considering her advanced age - also proven by her now mostly green scales - and unusual nesting place, Vhagar concluded that she was in the time after Baelon’s death and before Laena’s appearance and that she was currently residing in the southern Crownlands or northern Stormlands.

So the gods really sent her back in time? Or she herself did? Vhagar shrugged and her wings whirled up the sand beneath her. Did it really matter? Did she actually care? She was back before the war and this time she would change things.

She glared at the neverending water crashing against the shore. But not here. She had definitely had enough from bathing in deep waters for a lifetime.

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Flying in the courtyard of Eternity had definitely been more comfortable than in the world of the living. Though she had been much smaller, Vhagar had had much more speed, agility and stamina - but the current Vhagar huffed and puffed as her old wings carried her heavy body across forests, rivers and fields. She actively avoided big villages and cities, as she hated the loud and high pitched screaming and crying of humans who weren’t accustomed to her presence. She much preferred the silence and calm of nature. Further and further she flew, to the southwest, to the border between the Stormlands and Dorne.

Vhagar wasn’t exactly looking forward to being back in the realm of those who killed her sister, but she had to admit that the Dornish desert was ideal for her.

For once they were warm and dry, not at all like the cold water of the God’s Eye. The area was also very empty and there would be no humans to track her movements or try to annoy her. In the rocky desert she would have the solitude and ressources to carefully plan her next steps without anyone noticing. Of course, even if they did, most humans wouldn’t be able to make any sense of her actions, but Vhagar was a careful dragon. On her shoulders rested the responsibility of her lifetime. She had to fix things, only she would be able to. No one knew what she knew, no one was as strong and powerful as she was. It was all on her now.

And maybe she would also find the time to scare a few Dornish…

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It took four days, but Vhagar finally found the perfect hiding spot. No, not hiding spot - base of operation was a much more fitting and refined name.

Her new nest was a huge cave broken into the red mountains of Dorne, surrounded by steep mountains and deep canyons and therefore protected from human eyes.

The ground of the cave was filled with soft sand and after Vhagar pushed some annoying boulders to the side and out of the opening, it looked quite spacious and comfortable.

Not far away was a small mountain spring with cooling freshwater and for food she could hunt the many birds, scorpions and mountain goats.

If there was one thing that the long search was good for, it was that it gave Vhagar a lot of time to think about her past and her new future. She studied her own wishes, her hopes and dreams, from there deciding who the greatest threats to them were.

Vhagar was able to go very far to protect those she loved and even then the next few years would be quite hard on her, testing her resolve, patience and determination.

The dragon eyed three huge boulders lying outside her cave. After long reflections and thought experiments, Vhagar had deduced three clear cut goals. She was aware that she would have to improvise a lot of things and not achieve everything she hoped to in the way she hoped to, but these three things had to be done under any circumstance. If even one of them failed, this whole opportunity was thrown away and nothing would change at all.

Carefully, as to not crush the heavy rocks under her sharp wing claws, she rolled the stones next to each other and regarded them.

Stopping her breathing and focusing her dull eyes to the best of their little abilities, she, graceful as a butterfly and as precise as a falcon, carved a stylistic eye into the stone. It was a bit crooked and some fine cracks had appeared in the stone, but it would do just fine.

Vhagars first goal was: To bond with Aemond Targaryen under any circumstances and despite any obstacles. If it meant kidnapping him from the Red Keep, if it meant fighting against his siblings’ dragons, if it meant burning the entire city to the ground, there would be nothing separating them. It wasn’t just that she loved that little human as if he was her own hatchling, she knew that he needed her. He needed someone to protect him, give him confidence, strength and power or he would wilt under the hostility that was omnipresent in the royal court. And Vhagar couldn’t let that happen. If Aemond wasn’t able to bloom properly, it would not only be a loss for Vhagar but for the whole realm.

On the next stone she carved a curved triangle, leaving out the bottom line and making it somewhat resemble a wave. She purred in satisfaction, proud for her artistic talent.

Vhagars second goal was: Helping Laena bond with a different dragon. Like Aemond, Vhagar also loved Laena - but not in the way a she-dragon loved her hatchling, but in the way a dragon loved their rider. Laena was kind, brave and adventurous, but she would unknowingly sabotage her first goal. In her first life, the Velaryon Lady had died quite young and gave Aemond the opportunity to claim Vhagar, but would this happen this time around as well? If Laena would live the long and happy life she rightfully deserved, Vhagar couldn’t bond with Aemond, leaving him in a sad and empty life, which he didn’t deserve.

Comparing the two, Laena not only needed Vhagars protection and support less than Aemond needed it, she also had - unlike the Targaryen prince - a joyful and quick to like personality that would make it easier for her to bond with a dragon that wasn’t Vhagar.

The last stone was adorned with the carving of a sword and the boulder had nearly broken in half, as Vhagar struggled to keep her anger under control. The third goal was also another reason she couldn’t bond with Laena again. It would make it just too difficult and confusing for everyone involved.

Vhagars third goal was: To kill Daemon Targaryen as soon as possible.

#vhagar #hotd #hotd fanfic #asoiaf #house of the dragon #fanfic #grandma violence

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this is from an old version of the project i'm working on currently, but i still like it so i'm posting. wip, uh, tuesday.

the cookie sheet thing is real, btw. my grandma used to do it. the local fault line is active enough to pay attention to.

Pacifidlog is actually really noisy for being in the middle of the ocean. Harbor bells clang, sea birds screech, and the ever-present sound of the water breaking and sloshing against the foundation of the town fills the air. May kicks her bare feet in the water, squinting up at the clear blue sky and feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her skin. Just past her feet, in a hollow of the corsola formation the town sits on, Alluria coils in on herself repeatedly, splashing contentedly in the clear water.

“Far cry from the rainforest, isn’t it?” May asks her, smiling softly, and of course her only reply is to continue splashing.

May breathes out the warm salty air and taps the end of her pen on her lips. She’s pretty sure they’re close now. Probably within the week they’ll have found the place they’re looking for.

Approaching feet cause the wooden dock to vibrate and she turns to see Flannery, sunglasses on and bag slung over her shoulder. She waves a greeting before flopping down next to May.

“Well, I talked to the pokémon center staff, and to a couple of people on the west docks,” she says, pulling a tube of sunscreen out of her bag and squirting a generous dose of it into her hand. “Basically all of them had heard rumors of a sunken city somewhere between here and Slateport, but none of them had any concrete details.” She clicks the cap on the tube closed against her knee and drops in in her bag before slathering her arms in sunscreen. May should probably be doing the same, she thinks; she’s a fair bit paler than Flannery, and they are gonna be in the sun and water for a while if they can find this place.

“Most of them did direct me to a gentleman who lives on the opposite side of town,” Flannery continues. “A Mister Nakamura. They said he’s been living here since the city was just a floating warehouse for the Mauville corporation. If anybody here knows anything, it’ll probably be that guy.”

“Makes sense,” May agrees.

“Yup. Anyway, I figured we should talk to him together. Two heads and all that jazz.” She waves both of her hands in the air, palms forward, and grins. May snorts a laugh.

“That sounds like a way better plan than jumping off the dock and hoping we don’t get lost in the four-hundred-something miles between here and the mainland,” she says.

“Uh, yeah. I’m feeling a little out of my element here. Literally.” Flannery nods at Alluria, still amusing herself with swimming in circles in the water. “At least one of us is having a good time here.”

May chuckles and stows her pen and notepad before standing and stretching out the stiffness from sitting. She reaches down to give Flannery a hand up.

“Your hand is slimy,” May tells her, pulling a face.

“Well, so’s the rest of me at the moment.” She wobbles a bit when she stands, evidently still not used to the gentle, nearly imperceptible rocking of the town. “Ugh.”

“It’s pretty different, huh?” May says, looking out across the low buildings that hug the water. There are people moving along the tethered walkways as easily as walking down the sidewalk in Slateport. “We don’t have anything like this in Johto.”

“It feels kinda like an earthquake,” Flannery says, and when May gives her a confused look she continues. “We get a lot of minor tremors up in Lavaridge, so when I was little—well, she still does it—anyway, my grandma kept a metal cookie sheet in the oven. Our house had a stone foundation so you really couldn’t feel the little earthquakes, so if you were feeling queasy—the sort of queasy that comes with movement, kinda like carsickness—she’d check the cookie sheet. If it was rattling when no one was touching it, it was a sign of minor tremor.” She gestures out at the town. “That’s what this reminds me of. You can’t really feel the movement, but you can still get motion sick from it.”

“Huh,” May says. “That’s really cool.”

“Yeah,” Flannery agrees. “Pretty cool.”

They stand together for a moment in the sun, soaking in the town, the sounds of the birds, bells, and water, and then Flannery says, “But this is gonna make me puke if we stand around here too much longer, so let’s go find that guy so we can find an even cooler underwater city.”

#autumn.fic #fic: eye of the storm #once again i am ripping things directly from my family history to fill out character backgrounds and stuff

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As the Seasons Grey | Chapter Thirty-Six: Under the Bridge

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Christine had returned to her apartment, still with tears in her eyes. Wendy had gone off to bed, and she knew she was going to have to explain it once she woke up in the morning. She stripped off her coat and hung it up on the hook by her front door, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She sniffled as she thought about the trip back to Queens and the fact that Nelly hardly said good night to her once she handed Greg his car back and fetched the last bus uptown to the Upper West Side; she had no idea what the time was, and she was reluctant to check it in the kitchen. All she could think about was undressing and climbing into bed.

If there remained a silver lining in the entire evening, she had the day off tomorrow. But she would still have to face Wendy and face Nelly come her day back to school. Christine sniffled some more as she made her way to the bathroom to wash off the tears and brush her hair.

After all of that, after all of the prep that she did for a lovely evening with Nelly herself and Eric as they watched Alex and the orchestra together, and she was having to wash away her own tears. She stood there before the faucet with the washcloth under the cool running water, and she pressed it up against her face. Oh, to feel the rain on her skin. To feel the caress of all the cool water to rid of the pain in those old reopened wounds.

She wanted to remember, however. She wanted to uncover the memories and feel them over.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she whispered to herself, right inside of the washcloth. She soaked the cloth some more and dabbed it on her eyes to rid of the extraneous tears. Besides, after that evening, she merely wanted to spend time to herself for a whole day. Nelly had all but showed her true colors to her back there at the cemetery, and she was in no mood to face her the next day, that is if she showed up to school the next day given the late hour.

Christine took her scrunchie out from her hair and picked up her brush for a quick swipe before she headed to bed. She gazed into her own reflection, to her own eyes that looked back at her. Though she had blocked out most of her memories of Chris, she remembered the site of his grave every time she blinked. That smooth polished stone under that little tree. That little tree. She had no memory of there being a tree there when he was initially buried. It had been seventeen years, however. A bird or a bat could have dropped a handful of seeds there by his grave at some point, and the elements merely played their part in nourishing it.

She brushed her hair some more before she neatly tucked her brush back into the drawer, and she ambled out of there to her bedroom to change out of those clothes. She never realized her level of exhaustion once she climbed into bed and switched off the light.

Right before she drifted off to sleep, she wished for Alex to lay next to her there in bed without any strings attached.

Since she fell asleep rather quick, she engaged in her dream rather quick as well.

“Part rainbow!” Chris' voice rang through her mind, an old faraway memory in the very back of the catacombs inside of her mind, and yet she could hear him as clear as day. She recalled him wearing a little tie-dye shirt, tie-dye in the color of rainbow, snug and firmly fitted to his plump little body which in turn accentuated every round shape, every full curve. Just a chubby little boy with a big beaming smile on his face as he nestled up next to her underneath the cherry blossom tree in the Pereiras' backyard. It was summer, and they had just been let out of first grade.

“I'm part rainbow, Christine!” he exclaimed.

“Why is that?” she asked him.

“My grandma's last name is Rabinow. But I always think of it as 'rainbow'.” She laughed at that, and then he put his arm around her shoulder to hold her close to him. She had no memory of what happened thereafter, but she did recall him putting his yarmulke on his head as his mother strode past the window right across from them

“You kids want milkshakes?” Mrs. Pereira's distinctive Long Island accent cut through their little round of playtime. Christine nestled up next to Chris as he indulged in a little glass of strawberry milkshake with a cherry on top and a pink and white straw. There was a good part of her that wanted him bigger, rounder, and fuller, especially when she remembered the dream on the coast of Fiji. All the decadent milkshakes to give him the most beautiful body that she could possibly think of. She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned into him: she gazed down at the slightly rounded shape on his waist. Though they were children, she still wanted to give him a kiss on the side of his face.

And she did.

He showed her a mischievous little smile as if he wanted some extra cream on his milkshake.

“Chris...” she scoffed at him.

“What?”

“We can't.”

“Why not?”

“Your mom is right there!”

“So?” He sipped on his milkshake, and all the while, he kept his gaze locked onto her own. She could feel the heat even without thinking twice about it. But at the same time, she knew she was only looking into her imagination, especially when she opened her eyes and found herself back in the safety of her own bed. She closed her eyes and drummed her fingers on the hem of the blanket, warm despite the cold of the room.

“Why do dreams have to be so cruel,” she muttered to herself.

All she could hope for was that Nelly would not say a word about the other night, lest it bring about an awkward moment and right in front of everyone at the school. She hadn't seen her at school even since that night, but she still held out hope that she could at the very least see her, to find out if she had returned home in one piece and found the time to return to school. She slid out of the comfort of her warm bed and dressed up warm for that cold, snowy day at school. Indeed, once she arrived at school, at the cafeteria no less for a mere check if Nelly was there, she was met with Alex, all bundled up in a heavy black peacoat, a red and black striped scarf, and with a black beanie cap upon his head. He showed her a bespectacled crooked smile and an adjustment of his pants and his coat.

“Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi! I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

“I just came in real quick to see if Nelly was in,” she quipped; it was the truth in a way, as she was in fact looking for Nelly before she headed off to her first class of the day. “It's a cold day—the perfect day for a fresh hot pie.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, and Christine huddled closer to him even though she had to be at class within the next ten minutes: a mad dash across the campus, across the snow banks to the building across the way.

“By the way, have you seen Nelly lately?” he asked her, concerned.

“I haven't, no,” she replied, and she paused for a second. The memory was still fresh in her mind, especially of the thought that it was so late by the time she left for the Upper West Side. “Why?”

“She promised me a pesto omelette,” he replied. “The other night before the show, she told me she had bought the jar of pesto—she told me all she had to do was make me the omelette part of it today at school.” He shifted his weight there in the spot. “I'm getting kind of hungry, too. I'd love a nice hot omelette plus a piece of pie later on.” Christine took her phone out of her pocket to check the time, and she gasped.

“Shit,” she muttered.

“Gotta go?”

“I do, yeah.”

“Hey, you want to meet up later on for lunch?” he offered her. “I could walk you to class, if you'd like.”

“If you've got time off then,” she said with a little smile to him.

“I do, yeah! I've got about two hours prior to our class today. It's a long story, I'll explain it when we see each other later.”

“Fantastic!” She opened her arms and leaned into him for a hug, and he returned the favor. Christine closed her eyes at the feel of him right there before her: how she yearned for his softness and the gentle warmth of his body, even after having not seen him for only a couple of days. It may have seemed trivial to anyone else, but she desired his skin perhaps more than the taste of scrambled eggs or a slice of pie. Though there were plenty of other people in the cafeteria there behind them, she ran her hands down the small of his back to feel the seat of his pants. There was a part of her that wanted him to have more tone back there: if he was going to have a smaller belly, then he should make it up on the backs of his thighs.

“Don’t be getting too greedy now,” he teased her, and he held back for a mischievous glance right into her face. There was an undeniable twinkle in his eye, and she had a feeling within that told her he wanted it later in that day.

“The emphasis on the word ‘now’ just now,” she pointed out, and he flashed her a wink.

“I’ll catch you later, my Strawberry Girl,” he told her with a gentle pat on the shoulder. The warmth bloomed in her face like the littlest flower on the last day of the last snowfall as she tugged her coat collar up to her ears even though she was only walking a short distance to the building across the way. Christine kept her head down a bit to avoid the falling snow; she could still feel him even as she trekked through the bright white blanket over the pavement. It still reminded her of the night in his car and she had nestled up next to him with Eric right behind her.

To feel that comfort once again as she made her way up the stairs to the double doors. The soles of her boots slipped around a bit but she caught herself right before the first door on the right side of the hall. It was right before she reached the door to her class when she realized that Chris had slipped her memory back there with Alex.

She had to remember to tell him at some point. She had to tell him about Chris.

Christine sighed through her nose as she took her seat at the table near the front of the classroom. She had her good pencils out and her mind set on the warm-up contour drawing. She was extra careful when it came to drawing without lifting the tip of her pencil from the paper, especially when she never had the chance to draw anything before, much less a photo out of a magazine.

All the while, she thought about drawing and if she was doing it right. The first big drawing of the quarter and she needed to focus on the way that the hands were shaped and if she had enough shading down on the skin. She could think about other things than Chris, especially when she scribbled on fresh paper to practice different textures, from curls to sheens to something that reminded her of fur.

She thought about the dream she had had about Chris before. All she could think about was how she never had the chance to tell Chris the truth. It was a distant memory at that point, a memento locked away in the furthest part of her mind to the point that it nearly faded out when she even so much as tried to find the key for it again. When she gave it some more thought, she imagined his brown eyes in a richer shade of blue.

The same boy with the same man.

Her pencil rested on the paper as she pictured him there across from her, a little ghost with his yarmulke rested upon his head. He folded his arms over the top of the table and rested his chin on the top of his wrist: those big brown eyes watched her with the utmost closeness. There was a good part of her that wanted him to be the older version of himself, the one image of him on the beach of Fiji.

Indeed, once she thought this, he leaned back and showed off the soft round belly on his body, as big and round as a seedless watermelon, accentuated by the snug fabric of his dark sweater. She couldn’t resist the smile on her face as she moved the tip of her pencil towards the center of the paper.

Very gently, she put down a fine outline of graphite to mark the middle of his torso. There was a part of her that did not want to show off his body like that to her class, especially when she had very little memory of him and especially when she had no courage to tell Alex about him. The boy was dead, and yet she yearned to feel him again, to feel him the same way that she felt Alex against her skin.

To feel him again, to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and the wind through her hair, to taste the sugar of the milkshake on her tongue right before she gave him a kiss. That shoulder length hair could have been so much longer, much like Alex’s hair as a young man.

The idea struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She glanced down at the drawing, whereby she decided to give the boy on the paper much longer hair. Long lush beautiful curls down past his shoulders paired with the round full belly and spread legs perched upon a stool. A study in texture as well as shape and perspective, and something that would require a few class periods to even finish. During her lunch break, Eric caught up with her at the bar on the far side of the room, complete with a dusting of snow upon the crown of his head as well as his shoulders.

“You look like you’ve been digging for white gold,” she remarked as they exchanged hugs with one another.

“White gold, is that what they’re calling it now?” he teased her.

“Calling what?”

“You know. ‘It.’” Christine paused for a second, and then she rolled her eyes when she realized it.

“Yeah, you wish,” she scoffed with a tap of the tip of his nose with her finger.

“How was class?” he asked her.

“It was actually wonderful,” she replied. “Good to get my mind off of the other night.” Eric fetched up a sigh, and Christine glanced up at him. “What?”

“I can't believe she did that to you,” he said with a shake of his head, and some of the snow fluttered off onto the linoleum under their feet. “Like... what on Earth was she thinking?”

“She wanted to take me out to Chris' grave,” Christine replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “She probably couldn't think of another chance to do it, so she picked the other night as we were coming home.”

“Yeah, but—could she have picked daylight hours or something? What was she thinking?”

Christine sighed through her nose. “I wish I knew, Eric,” she confessed. “I wish I knew, and it’s not like I can ask her, either.”

“Maybe you can,” he suggested. “You know where she lives.”

“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off, and he cocked his head to the side.

“What?”

“I don’t feel right about it,” she confessed. “Like, what if she’s sick? We haven’t seen her since the other night, she’s probably ill with something.”

Eric gave his hair a little toss. “Do you have her number?”

“I do, yeah, but—again, I don’t feel right about it. Let’s give her time to recover and see what happens.” She lowered her gaze to Eric’s waist and his hand rested there as if he had just eaten. “Feel okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m just hungry is all. It’s been a couple of days and I’m already missing Nelly’s cooking.”

“You’re not the only one,” she said with a raise of her eyebrows. “Alex wanted a pesto omelette from her this morning.”

“Oh, man! I’ve been wanting an omelette from her lately, too!”

“An omelette and a piece of pie, too!” she exclaimed, and then she moved her gaze to Eric’s hands once more, right as he took something long and silvery out of his pocket. “Change of subject, how’s that space pen working for you?”

“It's fantastic,” he remarked with a little toss of his black hair back from the side of his neck. “I used it yesterday in Mr. Hansen’s class and—uh.”

“Huh?”

“A… certain someone gave it a funny look.”

Christine gaped at him. “Her?” He nodded his head. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure of what?”

“Are you sure it was her?”

“Pretty sure,” he replied. “I don’t remember her name, exactly—Mr. Hansen said it with a slight sneer on his face, too, but I just had this hunch. She kept looking at the pen with this look of utter disdain, too.”

“Because she knows we took it,” she muttered, and Eric clasped onto his stomach again.

“Ooh, god… I have to eat something,” he told her. “‘Scuse me…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Her voice trailed off again as she watched him run over to the counter for something to eat. She wondered as to why Captain Howdy had transferred to one of Mr. Hansen’s other classes, especially when she knew that it was about a week too late to switch out to another class. Why would she change over to another class with Mr. Hansen and how did she undertake it as well.

She remembered that Alex had two hours free for lunch as well. Two hours free for lunch, when Captain Howdy had swapped out classes. Her heart sank as the truth dawned on her.

Her bottom lip trembled, and she ducked back over to the front doors on the far side of the room. She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and she knew that they would freeze and stay that way over the course of the rest of the day: she held that big black case for her art as well, and thus, she had her hands full and no way of wiping away the tears right away. She returned outside, albeit without her hood upon her head. The love of her life was gone, and the man whom she had a crush on could not get away from the one who hurt him when he wanted love. She stood at the top step with her hands before her face as the tears streamed down. She hoped they would freeze over so everyone would witness the truth themselves.

“Christine?”

She dared not lift her head in his direction, wherever he came from there. All she wanted to do was find that overpass under the Long Island Turnpike and lay down in the black ice. At least she would be on the same territory as Chris.

“Christine?” His warm, full voice came in through the cold snow like a cup of mulled spice wine. She opened her eyes with the expectation that ice crystals formed on her lashes. She turned her attention to her left to find Alex’s silhouette headed towards her against the thick lake of pure white snow around them.

“Christine? Are you okay?” He took off his glasses and tucked them into his pocket. He reached her and held onto her shoulders with both hands.

“Are you okay?” He hung before her face with a concerned expression plastered across his own. Christine bowed her head and let more tears fall towards the earth.

“What happened?” She sniffled, and then Alex sniffled himself. She had to tell him the truth. She had to tell him her true feelings lest one of them freeze out there.

“What happened?” he asked her again, that time in a softer tone of voice. His long spindly fingers crept over her shoulders out of comfort.

“My heart is broken,” she finally said. She lifted her gaze to his face again, and he parted his lips at that: she could see the tears brimmed his eyes, and more so when he knitted his eyebrows together.

“How come?” he asked her in a gentle tone of voice, that soft cozy tone that she loved more than anything. He moved in closer to her as if to comfort her right there against the cold. She bowed her head again, and yet she had not an iota of courage to tell him. The desire was there, but the courage was not.

“It's okay,” Alex softly assured her; he cupped her face in his hands for a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Take your time. It’s another hour before class starts. Really, there’s no rush.”

Christine sniffled and wiped away tears with the back of her sleeve. She had rested her black case against her knee, but at least the contents inside were protected against the cold snow.

“You know, I've just... I've been through a lot in my short time here on Earth,” was all she could muster. “Sometimes the wounds reopen for no reason.”

“There's always a reason,” he assured her. “Believe me, there is always a reason.” His phone vibrated right then. “Not now,” he scolded the little screen on top, and then he returned to her. “Trust me, there is always a reason as to why your wounds are open again.”

Nothing could stop the uneasy feeling inside of her at the thought of him having come back from lunch with Captain Howdy. Two hours away, it made sense to her the more she thought about it. All she could see upon looking into his face was that cold shadowy slasher smile that came after her and Eric. She thought about it as his phone vibrated in his pocket; Alex picked it out into the open and sighed.

“I don't really feel comfortable talking about this,” she confessed with a shake of her head.

“Again. There's no rush.” Alex held onto her hand and lifted it up to his cherry lips for a soft kiss on the back. He hooded those deep eyes and showed her a soft smile. “There is absolutely, positively no rush to tell. If anything, I'm just happier by the fact that you're here with me right now.” His phone vibrated again with another message. “I said, 'no'!” He tucked the phone back into his jeans pocket, and then he returned to her, still with that smile on his face. He then reached into his other pocket for something, and he showed her his black leather wallet.

“What’re you doing?” she asked him, and he took out a crisp twenty dollar bill, and she knew that he had just gotten paid.

“Here, buy yourself something to eat—you’ll feel better,” he promised her. Christine held onto the dollar bill, still with tears in her eyes.

“What about you, though?” she asked him.

“I’ll catch up with you,” he vowed. “I’m getting texts, I have to make a phone call now…” He stepped away from her, but then something overcame her.

“Alex!” she called after him once he reached the bottom of the steps. He turned around and gazed up at her with his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly parted.

“I love you,” she blurted out, and he stood still, a dark silhouette against the milky white snow on the ground around them. She felt the words run through her like the cold wintry winds. Her heart swelled as she thought about Chris: indeed, for a second, she believed that Alex had become Chris. The tears brimmed her eyes once more, but she pursed her lips in hopes to hold them back against the cold wind lest they freeze over.

“I love you,” she repeated the words that she could never say to Chris.

“I love you, too,” he called back. “I love you more, actually.” He showed her that lopsided grin accentuated by the falling snow all around them. He then puckered his lips at her and turned towards the street with his phone in hand. Christine glanced down at the twenty dollar bill in her hand, and she figured that a piece of pie would suffice, even if Nelly wasn’t there to make it for her.

#as the seasons grey #as the seasons grey fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #chapter 36 #fanfic with art #illustration #traditional art #traditional drawing #oc art #alcohol markers #drawings #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannahart

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animefankotaro · 1 year

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Trans Aryll

Aryll was a little girl who lived on Outset Island with her brother Link and their Grandma. She spent most of her time playing outside with the seagulls and with her telescope. She had a good relationship with Link who she usually called him “Big Brother.”

“Hey, Big Brother!” She called. “Wanna play with me on the lookout?” Link smiled.

“Sure. Why not. You can be the captain and I'll be your crew.”

“Are you sure you don't wanna be captain?”

“I was captain last time. This way it's fair.” Aryll giggled. She liked how her brother treated her so well.

“You lead the way, little bro.” Aryll didn't like that name or her real name that she always blocked out. She didn't blame Link or her Grandma for using them; they didn't know. Aryll felt like she was really a girl. She hasn't told anyone though. She envied the other girls on the island. How lucky they were. She just wished she had the courage to tell her family. One day she and Link saw their Grandma sewing something.

“What are you sewing, Grandma?” Link asked. Grandma put on a kind face and looked at her grandson.

“Your heroes suit for your coming of age.”

“Heroes suit...” Link questioned. Grandpa held the green tunic in front of her and Link cringed.

“You'll get to wear this own your birthday in a few months.” Link rubbed his face.

“Do I have to? The other kids will laugh at me. I can't get a girlfriend wearing that.” Grandma laughed. “It's only for one day, sweetheart. All boys have to wear it when they come of age. One day they will have to wear one too.” Grandpa turned to Aryll. “You too, puppet.” Aryll frowned at that. It wasn't that she hated the tunic like Link did. She thought it actually look kind of cool. It was that the tunic was a step towed manhood. Just a reminder of who she really was. She'd much rather wear the princess dress when she was of age. About a week later she told herself she was going to tell her family the truth.

“Grandma, Big Brother. There's something I need to tell you.” She walked to them. Grandpa was working on the tunic and Link was reading a book.

“Can it wait till I finish my book?” Link asked.

“No. It can't, Link.” Link was surprised that his brother said his name. This must have been serious.

“When..when I become of age I don't want to wear the heroes tunic.” Grandma look surprised.

“But you have too, sweetheart. It's in tradition. All boys have-”

“That's the thing, Grandma. I'm not a boy.” She stopped a moment before continuing. “I'm a girl. My name is Aryll. As a girl I don't have to wear the tunic because I'm not a man. It's not that I hate it like Big Brother. I know I'm a girl inside and wearing it means people will think I'm on the next step to manhood. I don't want that. I want to wear the princess dress when I become of age. Please don't make me wear it. Please let me be a girl instead.”

On that day Aryll officially became herself. She got her new name, new clothes, and grew her hair out. Her favorite new piece of clothing was a blue dress with flower patterns on it.

“Here.” Grandma said. She put Arylls hair in ponytails. “You look just like I did when I was your age. Though I was a little bit more pretty.”

“Grandma.” Aryll rolled her eyes.

Grandma and Link helped her become their granddaughter and sister. When Link become of age he got the clothes. He hated it by Aryll though he looked rather heroic in them. He did become a hero when she was mistakenly taken by a big bird and taken to a fortress. There she met a rich girl named Mila and a poor girl named Maggie.

”I think I've heard of you.” Mila said. “You're that boy who decided to be a girl.”

“Yeah. I've heard of that too. Some kid from Outset Island wanted to be a girl.”

“I am a girl!” Aryll said firmly.

“I didn't say you weren't.” Mila replied.

“Neither did I.” Maggie said.

“So-so you think I'm a girl”

“If you say you are.” Mila told her.

“You look like one to me.” Maggie agreed.

Aryll developed a little bit of a friendship with the girls. They already saw her as a girl. At one point she got a purple dress with a skull on it. She actually liked it as it made her feel like a pirate. Eventually Link rescued them. She also met Tetra who happened to be Princess Zelda. After Link saved Hyrule Aryll returned to her normal life on Outset Island. Link helped Zelda keep Hyrule safe and Aryll as well.

“Princess Zelda. You think I'm a girl don't you?”

“You're as much as a girl as I am a pirate.” She was wearing her Tetra uniform. She found the dress too formal and girly.

“Is that a good thing?” Aryll asked.

“Do you think I make a good pirate?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, there you go.” Tetra said.

“Thank you. Your highness. I can't wait until my coming of age.

When Aryll did come of age she didn't have to wear the green tunic. Instead, she wore a princess dress just like Zelda's. She had her hair down like the Princess and Zelda helped her with her makeup. Everyone agreed she looked beautiful.

“Now I just have to wait for my knight to save me.” Aryll said.

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