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The Lost Pearl Part 13

Viking!Sy x reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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(In the moodboard you see Cella, Sy, Ocre and how Ethos dresses)

Rosamund was already in bed waiting and some tension left Syverson as he saw her wild hair spilling all over. A cup of tea and something sweet she had stolen from the kitchen. She smiled at him, making room for him on the bed. Syverson walked over pulled the covers aside, pulled his boots off, and slid in. She immediately cuddled into his side. He put an arm around her and thought about how he did not want her to grow up ever. He kissed her forehead, and a scent of herbs which his people usually smelled like mixed with some flowers waved in his nose. It was what you smelled like. Involuntarily a small girl with Y/H/C and his blue eyes came to his mind. He cleared his throat shaking the picture of the little girl from his mind. “What story do you wanna hear?” She thought for a second. “Sy promises you won’t be mad but there is something I want to ask you.” Oh, Gods, not more news. Syverson squeezed her to him. “Shoot little star.” “I heard something earlier.” Syverson stiffened he hoped she did not hear the way he talked to you earlier. It was definitely not one of his finer moments. “I wanted to go to Y/N/N. Her brother was there, he scares me a bit so I hid behind a statue so he would not see me.” Syverson was intrigued now, nudging her to go on. “He said something and I don’t understand.” “What did he say?” “Well he said something about her being a girl and that she should know her place. Where is her place? Did we put her in the room her brother wanted?” Syverson had gone rigged at what she said. But his lip quirked at Rosamund’s innocence. It was not in the Northmen's culture to have a rigid system as your people had. Women enjoyed a lot of freedom compared to yours. It made him feel even worse for what he had said to you and downright terrible when he remembered what you had said about being like a ghost silent and unnoticeable. “No, no she is right where she belongs,” Syverson said to Rosamund. Syverson meant it not only the room but the Woodlands. You belonged here. If what Rosamund said was true, which he believed then you would be pushed aside ending up like so many women at your court looking pretty but silent. It was not right. You were smart, and strong although cunning your intentions were not malicious.

 “You know how I tell you to go to bed because you are still growing.” Rosamund nodded with a disgruntled face. He pinched her side, which made her giggle. “Well in Princess Y/N’s court the people have to follow specific rules even when they are old.” She nodded trying to understand. Syverson had no idea how to explain it without destroying her worldview. “Well, they made different rules for boys and girls.” Rosamund looked up at him. “You know how girls often wear dresses and boys trousers.” He tried again. “They have such rules for a lot of things.” Rosamund was silent for a while then asked in a small voice. “Was she not allowed to send us food?” Syverson had feared that she had picked up on this but she always had a talent for picking up on emotions. “It is a bit complicated my little star.” “But it will help us right? I heard the cook talking while stealing some snacks.” She admitted sheepishly. “They were worried and said we had not enough for winter.” Syverson breathed out deeply, looking at the ceiling. “I do not want you to worry about this. I will take care of it. I promise.” He kissed her forehead again. “Thanks to Y/N we have enough food. So don’t you worry about stealing snacks.” He started to tickle her, blowing raspberries. “Come on now it is story time.” He pulled the covers over both of them again and began to tell her about the girl that turned into a horse. It was one of her favorites. She had closed her eyes leaning her head against Sy’s shoulders. She slowly went heavy against Syverson. It was a comforting feeling. No matter how things changed she was still his little girl, his responsibility. The smell of herbs and flowers slowly lulled him to sleep making him dream about a young girl running around in the garden behind the palace. The garden that belonged to his great grandmother was in full bloom and the girl was excitedly looking at all kinds of flowers. Yet, she stopped at a blue one. Suddenly Syverson felt a hand on his shoulder, it was female and the flowery smell that came from it made his heart beat quicken and warmth flow through him. She had a beautiful ring on her finger. He kissed it. Her fingers were cold and it made his lip quirk. Somehow he knew they were always cold. “Hello my lovely wife,” he heard himself say. 

He awoke with a flutter in his stomach.

You could not sleep all night you rolled around drifting in and out. Constantly hearing an angry voice. Blue eyes darkened with hurt and anger. It made breathing so hard. Finally early in the morning you gave up sleeping and tried to read. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root. Sighing you gave up you could not retain anything you read. Over and over repeating the first sentence. You put down the poem of John Donne A Song. You got up putting on your morning gown not caring if anyone saw you in such a state of undress. You walked to the kitchen, you needed some tea maybe that would help you catch at least one or two hours of sleep before getting up and starting the day. 

You started a fire in the oven and picked up a pot from the hooks lined next to it. Warhorse had put a line of water, (from where they had the water you had no idea), to the kitchen. They needed water so often that it only made sense to try and install a pump there. You pumped once, twice. Filling the pot. You set it on the stove, putting one more piece of wood into it. You looked around trying to find any tea. You walked around the workbench toward the cupboard at the entrance of the kitchen. The stove was on the other side, the workbench in the middle. It was big so many people could work on it. You opened the small cupboard. It was about eye high to you. The handle was a simple wooden nob. You opened it and the smell of herbs greeted you. A box with gold and blue painting was in it. You went to reach for it knowing tea would be in there. Your father would never send food without tea. It was essential to your culture. You pulled the box open, dried tea leaves within. The smell was so familiar bringing back so many memories that it made you nauseous. Looking up you saw that there was a bag with a parchment pinned to it, herb mix. You held your breath but picked out some vanilla pods and put the box back. You picked up the sack, it smelled nothing like your people, it was all northern smells. You breathed in deeply. The nausea you had felt a minute ago disappeared. You pulled out what you could identify as dried sage and mint leaves. You put it back and saw another thing that would bring you comfort. Some coffee beans. You loved the smell of coffee. Your family once went on vacation to an island that grows it. They were the most friendly people you had ever met. They were traders. Shipping coffee beans all over, people paid them much for it. The Woodland people had not a lot mostly shared between your people and them on the battlefield. You picked up three beans. With your mixture, you went over to the water. The water was about to boil so you put everything in stirring. The smell made you close your eyes. You could feel the sun on your skin, and the softness of sand on your feet, but the herb smell added another thing to your fantasy, a warm cloak made of fur. Protecting you from the cold breeze. You tightened the cloak around you smiling at the sent, it was a familiar one. 

The creaking of the door made you flinch, ripping you out of your fantasy. You froze when you saw who it was. So did Syverson. He regained his composure before you. He cleared his throat, swaying from one foot to the other. It snapped you out. You walked around the workbench away from the boiling water. Syverson had stepped into the room, on the other side of the workbench. You looked at him for a second, his gaze had not left you. You curtsied quickly and then made your way out of the room without a word. 

Syverson watched you go, well more like flee. It was like a dagger had pierced his heart. It was like you were afraid to even be in the same room, afraid to be seen by him. He still felt the hand of the woman on his shoulder, he lifted his hand to cover the imaginary hand there. His eyes were still fixed on where you had run off. The sizzling of the stove made him snap out of it. He turned to it, the water had boiled so much it was splashing everywhere. He quickly pulled it off the stove. It smelled intoxicating a mix of something sweet and herbs. He was intrigued. He pulled out a cup and put some of the tea in it. He thought it would taste sweeter but the coffee gave it a bitter taste and only in the aftermath did the vanilla sweeten the mouth. He looked back where you had left. Pulling out another cup he filled it. And walked to your room. He did not dare enter but he knocked putting the cup down by the door. He walked down the corridor to his room but before he entered he looked once more at your closed door. Oh, how he had screwed up. 

You had gone straight to your room, standing in there frozen, breathing hard. Syverson had taken you by surprise you even had forgotten your tea. You had never lost your composure like this before. Your heart was still racing when a knock sounded at your door. You were hesitating to open. Finally told yourself to pull yourself together and opened the door. No one was there, you opened the door further. Looking down the corridor. You were about to close the door when you saw the cup on the ground. You picked it up holding it to your chest, the warmth spreading through you. Your lips graced a bitter-sweet smile. You slowly closed the door, making your way to your bed. Savoring every sip of the warm drink. Once it was finished you could feel the cold move into your body again. You groaned there was no reason to try and sleep again you would not manage anyway. So you got ready for the day. 

For the next days, you kept to your routine, engaging in lessons with Cella and Rosamund and stayed out of the way of Syverson and your brother. Ethos would escort you to dinner, pull your chair out for you or walk with you a bit around the town. Only so you were not unchaperoned as it was not proper to be as a lady. But he did not really talk. This was fine by you. You had been without a family for years, living alone day in and out. Why should this change after the war? It did not matter if they were with you, they might as well be far away. They always have been you realized. Even before the war, you saw it now that you have seen Cella, Rosamund and Syverson interact with each other. There was so much love and familiarity. The only thing you had with your brother was the same upbringing. 

Cella had observed you the past few days, you had become distant and colder again. The only time you seemed almost back to normal was when you talked to Rosamund. Even though you were good at hiding it you looked tired and as if your thoughts were far away whenever you thought no one was not looking. It started to worry her. She had seen so much change in you and she doubt you had even realized that you had changed. When she first met you, you hardly smiled. At least not genuine. You were not really cold but not warm either, you were just distant. Others might not have recognized it but Cella did. She had seen the same lost eyes and darkness surrounding you in her how reflection. It was after the war with the help of her beloved and Syverson that she had found back to herself again. Cella had been so lost in the terror of war. Watching the interaction between you and your brother it was clear you did not have the same support as she did. Your behavior made a lot more sense. One look into your eyes and Cella saw that you had seen great terror and no one was there to take your hand through the darkness. She thought for a short while Syverson could be there for you too. But even he did not see it. As much as she had come to care for you and would help you in any way she could Cella had seen the greatest change when you were with her brother. You were getting lost in the lack of chaos. But Sy had given you a bit of what you had considered normality for the past years back. 

Cella pushed her shoulders back as you had shown her, and set her jaw. It was time to do something. Or she would lose her friend to darkness and her brother would drown in his responsibilities. A small voice that sounded a lot like you whispered. Do not forget, I am your greatest ally in the new court. If you did not fix this relationship you could lose me in the battle that is ahead of you. Yes, that sounded something like you would say, think not only with emotions but make sure your back is always covered. You had started out explaining court behavior in a clinical manner just walking Cella through it. After you had gotten to know each other you had given her tips on how to use language to your own advantage and how to maneuver people like a chess piece. Cella understood that in your mind it was necessary for your own survival. She had the feeling she was the only person who understood that. This is why she was not as mad at what you did as Syverson. She understood you. And it was time for other people to understand you too. You had helped her immensely, made sure she could live happily with her beloved and would be able to navigate the court. You had her back from the moment she met you. Now it was time to return the favor. 

Over the next couple of days, you kept bumping into Syverson. It was the most stressful thing. You tried to keep your head bowed and speak only when spoken to as you did back home as it was taught to you. You once had a governess who had drilled this into you. It went against every instinct you had come to rely on but the anger that was directed at you had flipped a switch making it a defense mechanism to do so. You were not afraid of him, but losing someone who had made you feel equal and then used your own sex against you to express his anger broke something in you. The more often he stumbled upon you the more annoyed you became. You had not seen him this often when you were on good terms. He wanted you to keep away so why was he constantly bumping into you. May the Gods give you strength. 

Cella saw how you got more and more agitated. She could hardly hold back her smile. The more you got confronted with her brother the more your old self came back. Usually when you left the room or were not looking Syverson shot Cella an exasperated look. But she just did as you taught her smile pleasantly and act innocent. Seems like the lessons came in handy quicker than she thought. 

You went for a walk needing some air. You felt suffocated between your brother being here and the soured relationship with Syverson you had no idea what to do. It had been two weeks now since your brother arrived and you were wondering when he would leave again. You had kept an eye on him, and to your surprise, the soldiers of Syverson were more than happy to have him here. He even trained with them, although he was not as skilled as them he could hold his own. It was a stark contrast to the boy you remembered. He was always gentle and soft-spoken. A firm believer in the pen is mightier than the sword. But a pen did not win the war a sword did. You could imagine it was hard for your brother. He was never a fighter. 

You walked outside seeing your bother sitting on a bench. You sighed. You two hardly talked. Before the was you could always talk with him about books. He would tell you which one to read, or which poem was particularly beautiful. You rubbed the fabric of your dress between your thumb and pointy finger. You had thought you could keep a level head, that you are a cool and calm leader but you, like Syverson, had anger in you. And you let this anger out on your brother. It did not matter if he did the same as you. It did not matter that he had hurt you with his words. What mattered was your own actions. Letting go of the fabric you walked toward your brother. You missed your family. 

Ethos looked up at your approaching form. He scootched to the side, offering you a seat without asking. You sat down, a bit stiff but you did it. The first step. He had turned his head back, staring at the people and houses in front of him. He had these wrinkles around his mouth. Had they always been there? “What are you thinking off?” He was silent for a while, before looking at the ground, smiling faintly. “How beautiful long blond hair is.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. He looked at you shrugging before turning his head back to the people. You followed his gaze. A couple of men from Syverson, as well as Syverson and Ocre, and Cella stood there. You looked at your brother again. “I don’t know when I will be leaving,” he said, “I know you probably wish it was sooner rather than later after what I said.” You wrung your hands, it is true you wanted to know and partially hoped he would go soon. “It is not my decision to make,” you finally said. “Yeah,” he breathed out, not agreeing nor denying just giving a response. He leaned back, rubbing his eyes. “It was the right thing to do. Helping them.” He nodded towards the Woodvolk walking around town. “They are good people. We do owe them a lot.” His voice sounded sad and far gone, resigned to a fate you had no idea of. You two sat in silence for a while enjoying the cool wind. Ethos pulled off his cloak wrapping them around your legs to keep you warm. Before he could take his hand back you took it in yours, squeezing it. “I was so angry when father allowed you to go to the north. I did not show it like Amros but I agreed with him. I did not want you to go. I wanted you home, close to us.” Ethos did not look at you while telling you this. He was staring straight ahead so you did the same, glancing at him once in a while through the corner of your eyes. “Amros wanted to come with me when father sent me to deliver the food. But,” he broke off, breathing in deeply, squeezing your hand. “He could not. He had an episode the night before we were supposed to leave. It was better he stay home.” You frowned at him. “Episode?” He hummed. “Yeah, Amros hardly sleeps anymore. Since we have been back he mostly sails all day. I think it helps him keep himself occupied. It was in the battle for Ninfer. It was a bloody one, most of our people did not survive. Do you remember the son of the dockmaster?” You were looking directly at him. Not wanting to miss any verbal or non-verbal things he said. “Yeah, I remember him.” “He was brutally murdered in front of Amros. He held him in his arms while he died.” You closed your eyes breathing out deeply. Ethos's eyes were haunted, far away. You wanted that look gone from your brother's face. But you understood that haunted feeling more than he thought.

“Our Governess once caught them kissing. She freaked out. Went straight to father.” You smiled. Amros had told you this story once. “She told him that Amros had kissed a boy. She was so scandalized.” Ethos snorted. “She expected him to be too. But he just looked at her unimpressed and told her that he had enough children and one of them would produce hair. So who cares if his other children kissed the same sex.” Ethos chuckled. “She left the next day,” he added. “Thank the Gods she did. She was perfectly unpleasant.” “Yes, that she was. Wanting Amros to be punished just because he kissed a boy. Like Father had never kissed another man before.” Your eyebrows shot up. “What?” you giggled. Ethos snorted. “Please, snuck into the palace one night was out with Amros in town drinking. Saw the Lieutenant of the Guards sneaking into the royal chambers with father and mother.” You gasped. “Ethos, tell me the truth or shame on your name.” He laughed at the old childhood rhyme. “Trust me the noises that came out of that chamber were ungodly.” You ripped your hand from him putting them above your ears. “Eww, Ethos. Why would you tell me that.” But you could not help but giggle. “By the Gods, I would love to tell the Governess that and see her reaction,” you exclaimed. Ethos laughed at that. It sounded like you remembered it, light, clear like the calm ocean. As sudden as he laughed he stopped his face falling into a neutral expression, with something haunted behind his eyes. He took your hand again squeezing it. “Before I forget.” He pulled out something from his pocket. “I thought you might like this.” It was a book. With all kinds of poems in it. Ethos was fond of poems more so than you but you appreciated them nonetheless. “I also brought you some other books. Put the box in the Palor you and Cella hold your lessons in.” He nudged you. “I know you like storybooks better than old poems.” You smiled at him. Standing up you put the cloak around him again. Before kissing the knuckles on his right hand. “Thank you, brother.” He followed suit getting up and kissing you on your forehead. “Go on. Try not to run anyone over on your way to your beloved books.”

Before you got too far he called out to you again. “Have you ever heard the Woodland people tell stories?” You shook your head. “You should. They are beautiful storytellers. Bring them to life like no other I have ever met. Especially Syverson.” You raised your eyebrows not expecting it. “He is?” you were intrigued you had never seen him tell stories or even read stories. You wondered why, if he was so gifted had he not told any yet during feasts. You had read that the Woodland people often told stories during feasts. Ethos’s smiled his half-smile. “Yes, he would tell stories to his men after battles, keep the morale up, especially for the wounded.” Ethos stepped toward you. “He is a good man.” You could see the real message in his eyes. Make peace with him. You nodded, even though you knew that it was not up to you. You went inside making your way to the Parlor. You were excited to see what kind of books your brother had brought you. 

Syverson had glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. He had felt your presence as soon as you stepped outside of Warhorse walking towards your brother. He was intrigued by the sibling's interaction. It was still distanced, cold, and almost uncaring but for the slight smiles and small soft touches. If one did not look carefully they would miss it. He tried to concentrate on whatever Ocre was talking about but the interaction between you and your brother made him think. It was subtle. So like you. Soft words for Rosamund that encouraged her to learn more. Small adjustments to Cella’s behavior will help her settle into your court. He reach for the necklace he still had around his neck, tangled in his chesthair. Or a letter that was intended to help. Such a small thing. Ink on paper that rescued his people. Not for the first time did he mull over how he could have reacted differently, better. 

He was going to make it right. He had just no idea how to. He was bumping into you constantly thanks to Cella. He knew what she was up to, he was his sister she could not be cunning like she thought she was. He knew her afterall. He tried to talk to you, making small steps towards peace but he had no idea how and you often left or looked so demure so different. He had no idea how to approach someone like that. Why could you not explode at him as you did before? It had been so long since he had to be diplomatic with people. He used to just let his temper out on the battlefield but now he had no way of doing that. “Ocre, how about you use that breath of yours for training. Come on.” Syverson nudged Ocre toward the training area. “I used my breath to do that this morning, while you were trying to use some of your brain cells to read the papers on your desk,” Ocre replied. Syverson shot him a look before throwing his arms around his neck and tousling his hair. 

Syverson was not holding back, sweat was dripping down his back, and the shirt clung to him. He dodged another attack from Ocre. He was swift for his size and had a brutal punch with his sword but he preferred technique over force as he was taught by his father. His father was a tall man, lean but muscular but not as big as Syveroson. “Son, strength vanishes but the technique will always stay.” When he was young he had disregarded his father’s advice especially when his father was killed during a battle. He was so angry that he had fought with much rage. It had led to him getting scars over scars on his arms and chest and stomach. After a long battle, he was spent sitting down with Ocre exhausted when an arrow pierced Ocre’s back. He was so tired but still attacked one of the men that were hiding in the woods shooting at his men. He had to rely on technique to take the enemy down as his strength was spent. This is when he understood what his father tried to teach him. 

Syverson gulped down water from his pouch, exhausted but relieved to have the tension in his body gone. He looked over to the entrance of Warhorse. Ethos was gone. Now that he had worked out his tension it was time to make things right with you. He just had no idea how. Groaning he whipped the sweat from his brows. He was making his way to the stables to check on his horse and ask for advice. It helped him think about talking to his beloved horse. “Hey, buddy.” he brushed the mane. “Sorry, no time for a ride today but tomorrow I promise.” He heard some footsteps outside of the stable and the nasal sound of a man. “You were right. They are brutes. I mean the dirt and this-” He could not hear what he said but he guessed it was not something kind. “I thought it was a joke when I was told that they sleep with their horses but by the Gods, the way they walk around it is always dirty here. Disgusting. They might as well.” The men snickered. Another added. “I cannot wait to leave this place behind such uncultured people.”  Syverson had heard enough that he could feel his temper rise again. He was just about to walk out of the stable and tell him what he thought of them when a female voice cut in. “And I think it is time to hold your tongue.” Your voice rang out stern and cold. “Unless you want to lose it.” You threatened. “Princess Y/N.” The two men breathed out surprised. “We were just-” “You were just disrespecting people that showed you great kindness and great courage. People who saved you. Dirty or not they deserve your respect and gratitude and if I hear one more bad word, one step out of line I will make sure you regret ever opening your mouth. Is that understood?” The ice in your voice made him shiver. “Understood, Princess.” He heard the people move away from the stable. Syverson did not realize he had held his breath throughout the exchange, but now his lungs burned he breathed in deeply. Yes, he truly had to make it right. “Seems like you are gonna get that ride after all buddy.” He turned to his horse. A plan already forming in his head. He called for Ocre who came in still flushed from the training. He took one look at Syverson and knew that work was not over yet. 

They rode out of Warhorse making their way to the fields not far from there. Lots of the fall flowers bloomed there. “So what exactly is the plan on soothing the Princess?” Syverson as so often just gave Ocrea the side-eye. “I do not need to soothe anything.” “Yeah right,” snorted Ocre. “The last time you gave me a blow like that with your sword was when you messed up asking that cute girl from the tavern out.” Syverson dismounted his horse and walked towards the flowers taking out his knife. “Yeah well, the Princess is not a tavern girl. So cut it out.” Ocre held up his hands but got to work too, cutting down the fowers. “She is still cute though,” he mumbled under his breath. “And of limits,” Syverson practically growled at Ocre puffing his chest out. Ocre suppressed a smirk. Yeah of limit not because she is a Princess but because you like her, he thought. At first, Ocre was not impressed with hosting a Princess but now he thought it was a good thing. She was shaking things up and getting on Syverson’s nerves. It was amusing and also interesting. He had never met a woman that could get under Syverson’s skin like you could. And now they were out picking flowers. He would laugh heartily if someone told him that the Captain would ever get a woman flowers. Sy is a good guy but not very well versed with the Ladies in a romantic setting. Ocre was excited to see what was next. “Not that one, Ocre.” Syverson threw one of the flowers he had cut away. “Come on man. The pedals are already weathered.” He took the flowers Ocre had picked and went through every single one. He threw some away. “Since when are you a flower expert?” Ocre could not help but tease it keeping him from laughing at Sy. “Don’t matter. We have enough come on let’s go back.” They were riding in silence for a while. The flowers are in a big bag hidden from sight. “Flowers won’t cut it, you know that right?” Syverson was thinking about it for a while. “What do you suggest?” They were riding towards the gate, signaling for the guard to open it. “I don’t know. Get her something she likes?” The truth was Ocre was as clueless as Syverson when it came to apologizing to women. He was good at charming them but that was it. “Maybe ask Cella?” Over his dead body, thought Syverson. Cella had been on him for days to make peace. He wanted to but had no idea how to do it. The moment his anger had disappeared he knew he had overreacted. Moreover, he had said things he would regret for the rest of his life. How could he ever look at you again? Let alone talk to you? Groaning he thought he had a lot of work to do.

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A New Beginning

Two figures ran towards them from the white house on the cliff. Aunt Pearl and Charlie.

‘You’re here! You’re here at last,’ cried Charlie. ‘You look like a ghost, but you’re really here.’

‘We’re not ghosts,’ said Henry. ‘Charlie, meet Ankaret.’

‘Hi, Ankaret.’ Charlie gave the strange girl his warmest smile, and then shading his eyes with his hand, he looked into the sky and said, ‘What was that?’

A tiny golden sphere flashed in the sunlight, and then vanished.

‘That was the coach that brought us,’ said Henry. ‘It belongs to the forest.’

 After introductions had been made, Ankaret, Henry, Charlie and Pearl walked to the house. It was a lovely house that stood facing the sea. Ankaret couldn’t help but stare at it. Henry had told her that it was his childhood home in his first life, and he’s spoken about it with such love, but she hadn’t truly understood until now. It truly was a beautiful sight.  

Ocean View wouldn’t be her home if it didn’t have a piano, though.

She reminded Henry about it when they were all eating a late lunch at the kitchen table. ‘You said there would be a piano,’ Ankaret said. ‘Where is it?’

Charlie looked up from his food, startled. ‘A piano?’

‘Ankaret’s a pianist,’ Henry explained before Ankaret could speak.

‘A pianist?’ Charlie’s eyes gleamed with interest. He grinned. ‘I have a friend who’s a pianist.’

‘Henry told me there would be a piano here. Where is it?’ She didn’t bother to hide the longing in her voice. She’d already spent so long without one—if Henry had lied to her and there was no piano here, what would she do?

Seeing the desperate look in her eyes, Pearl smiled reassuringly and patted her arm. ‘It’s all right, Ankaret. We have a piano here. I’ll take you to it.’

Ankaret followed Pearl as the older woman quickly took her upstairs and into a spacious room overlooking the ocean. Ankaret let out a small gasp and froze. There, standing in the centre of the room, stood an upright piano. It looked to be of high quality and appeared shiny and new. Immediately she ran up to it but looked to Pearl for permission before touching the black and white keys.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she said, awed. ‘Who--?’  

‘It’s a recent addition,’ Pearl explained. ‘Charlie’s father plays, but he doesn’t come here often. Would you like to try it?’

Did she ever. Ankaret’s fingers had been itching to play the piano from the moment she set eyes on it. Without further ado, she slipped onto the piano stool, settled her fingers on the keys and let her fingers fly across the keys.

Just like that, it felt as if something missing inside of her had finally found its way back, settled deep into her heart. She felt herself smile and smile, her heart almost overflowing with relief and happiness. Finally everything was all right again. She was back where she belonged, with her music.  

She played one of her favourite pieces she’d memorised long ago. She put as much effort as she could into it, though she was a bit rusty and make a few mistakes.

When she was done, there was a moment of silence. Then she heard enthusiastic clapping coming from behind her. She turned to see Charlie and Henry standing near the door with Pearl. Both were grinning. 

‘That was amazing!’ Charlie said. ‘Where did you learn to play like that?’

‘In my first home,’ she admitted. ‘I had lessons with a tutor. My… my parents…’  

She wouldn’t, couldn’t, say anything more than that. Her eyes smarted, and she looked away. ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ she said quickly, and perhaps a bit too bluntly.          

An awkward silence ensued. Henry said quickly, ‘Come on, Ankaret, we’ll show you the beach. You’ll love it.’  

Ankaret looked at Pearl, wondering if she would object. ‘Go on,’ Pearl said gently.

Shyly, Ankaret nodded and followed the two other children toward the beach.

‘Haven’t you been to the coast before, Ankaret?’ Charlie asked her, noticing the wonder in her eyes as she gazed at the expanse of water.

She made herself reply. ‘I… had, before. With my family.’

It had been 1940, a year before the bombing that had killed them. She pressed her lips together, willing herself to be strong. ‘I forgot what it was like.’

She didn’t—couldn’t—say any more than that, and thankfully Charlie and Henry did not push her to talk more about it.

They had a lovely time playing on the shore, collecting seashells and building sandcastles. Ankaret slowly began to relax and found herself having a lot of fun. Charlie was a great companion and she found herself liking him, just like Henry had promised she would. There was something about him that made it hard not to like him.  

When the children came back into the house, Pearl was sitting at the kitchen table speaking to a tall dark-haired man who Ankaret did not know. They both paused their conversation as they noticed the children approach.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Pearl smiled at them. ‘We were just thinking of you—especially you, Ankaret. We need to have a talk about your future.’

‘My future?’ Ankaret stared at her - at them both. ‘I thought that I would be staying here with you and Henry.’

‘Yes, Henry told me. But while you’ve all been at the beach, I’ve been talking to Paton here, and together we’ve come up with a better idea. You could go back to the city with Paton and Charlie tonight, where you could attend the Bone Academy. The Bone Academy is a school for children gifted in the arts – music, art and drama.’    

‘I—’ Her throat constricted.  

‘It’s your choice, Ankaret,’ Pearl said gently, sensing her anxiety. ‘If you say no, there’ll be no harm done. You can stay with Henry and I in Ocean View and go to the local school here. But you would be better off in the city. You’d be around children your own age who are also musicians. You’d also be able to finish your musical training. And there would be a piano. You’d be able to play it every day.’

A piano. Sudden tears pricked her eyes, which she rapidly blinked away and hoped the others didn’t notice. It was like a dream, a beautiful dream. She almost couldn’t believe it.

‘Will there really be a piano?’ she had to ask. She knew that she could not bear it if it were not true. She’d already had her hopes dashed too many times.        

Pearl understood – she knew her history. There was compassion in her eyes. ‘I promise,’ she said solemnly. ‘There will be a piano. Won’t there, Paton?’

‘There most certainly will,’ the tall man assured her. ‘There’s one in the Academy. The house you will be living in—if you decide to return with us—also has one. There’s also an organ in the cathedral.’

Well, then. Ankaret let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. ‘And Henry? Will he stay here?’ She tried to not show how anxious the idea made her feel. Henry had been with her when she first took that first step into the unknown in the Littles’ House. She didn’t know if she could manage another step into the unknown without him.

Henry opened his mouth to reply, but Pearl beat him to it. ‘Henry’ll come too,’ she said firmly.

Henry looked at her, surprised. Pearl smiled sadly at him.

‘Henry, dear, you need to be around other children your own age, instead of spending all of your time alone here with only me for company.’

‘But I’ve loved living here with you, Auntie Pearl,’ Henry protested.

‘I know, Henry. But I’d talked a bit about this with James before he died, and he agreed. This is what’s best for you. I couldn’t let you go before you’d started growing again, though.’

‘But what about you?’ Charlie broke in. ‘Will you be okay here by yourself?’

‘I’ll manage,’ Pearl said firmly. ‘Don’t you worry about me. Now, Ankaret, have you made up your mind? If so, we’ll need to make some calls before it’s time to leave.’

Ankaret had. The thought of going into the unknown again terrified her greatly, but the thought of being able to continue her piano lessons and play her music every day thrilled her. And it didn’t feel so daunting now that she knew Henry was coming with her.    

She smiled shyly. ‘Yes. Please. I want to go to the Bone Academy.’  

#ankaret #cotrk #pearl #henry yewbeam #charlie bone #paton yewbeam #cotrk fanfiction #my fanfiction #henry and the guardians of the lost #children of the red king #cotrk spoilers

[comfort-clubhouse]

My Kin List

SpongeBob SquarePants - Really kind to everyone

Luigi (Mario) - Really kind to his friends

Snork (Moomin) - Autism

ENA (Season 1) - Sometimes gets emotional

Snorkmaiden (Moomin) - Has creativity

Sketchbook (DHMIS) - Creativity

Soft BF (FNF: Soft) - Sensitive to loud sounds

Soft Mouse (FNF: Soft) - Really quiet

Wall-E - Likes discovering new things

Numbuh 3 (Kids Next Door) - Fantasizes plushies, gentle, kind

Skid (Spooky Month) - Loves Halloween

Pump (Spooky Month) - Loves Halloween

Ms Chalice (Cuphead Show) - Loves music, musician

Curse (EXE) - Friendly

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel) - Cares about her friends, looks up to her family, bilingual

Slushi (Chikn Nuggit) - Loves anime & Japanese culture

Tails (Sonic) - Likes hanging out with his friends

Tiana (Princess and The Frog) - Likes catering

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) - Is autistic

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus) - introverted, anxiety

Matt (Eddsworld) - has autism

Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel) - Special interests

Ellie Rose (Henry Stickmin) - Friendly to ones she cares about

Ruby (BFDI) - Has a Pokémon phase, loves going shopping for clothes, can be sensitive

Bubble (BFDI) - Likes baking, over apologizes

X (BFB) - They get nervous under pressure

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel) - Enthusiastic about being in activities

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) - Bilingual, skilled in cooking

Moxxie (Helluva Boss) - Likes cooking, bisexual

Tari (SMG4) - likes cats, video games and anime

Melony (SMG4) - likes sleeping, likes anime

Fluttershy (My Little Pony) - Attracted to villains, forgives people too easily

Luz Noceda (Owl House) - Loves cute things, in multiple fandoms, crushes on fictional characters

Rarity (My Little Pony) - Artistic

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls) - Scared of being alone, funny, deep down very clever

Gus (Owl House) - Enthusiastic about special interests

Vee (Owl House) - Innocent, anxious, comfortable around certain people

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) - Curious, anxiety, loves puzzles

Nifty (Hazbin Hotel) - Bilingual, likes fanfiction, likes cooking

Gangle (TADC) - Loves drawing, hates loud noises

Hooty (Owl House) - Dislikes being left out, likes Lilith

Lilith (Owl House) - Aroace

N (Murder Drones) - Kind, socially awkward, loves dogs

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony) - Extreme mood swings, sweet tooth

Raine Whispers (Owl House) - Creative, hates when people I care about in danger, easily flustered

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia) - Loves his family

Tom (Star Vs The Forces of Evil) - Kind to others, funny, needs something to calm down

Pearl (Steven Universe) - Can be easily flustered

Marceline (Adventure Time) - Emotional, keeps a teddy, bisexual

Entrapta (She-Ra) - Autistic, sensitive, would never directly harm anyone

Sayori (DDLC) - Loves hugs, patient, loves cute things, gets distracted eaaily

Cinnamoroll (Sanrio) - Likes baking, shy, likes eating, sleepy, likes to take naps, loves making new friends

#kin list #spongebob squarepants #luigi mario #moomins #moominvalley #don't hug me i'm scared #tails the fox #wall e #kids next door #spooky month #curse of x #cuphead show #hazbin hotel #chikn nuggit #fnf soft mod #princess and the frog #amphibia #skid and pump #gravity falls #steven universe #sanrio #cinnamoroll #she ra entrapta #svtfoe tom #sprig plantar #lilith clawthorne #luz noceda #tadc gangle #gus porter #toh vee

[writing-good-vibes]

🌝 very curious

ahh bestie !! 🥰💗 thank you for asking the most difficult question, because it turns out i really did not have an answer for this one, and i will be revealing the my ineffable "gaining a new interest" -> "actually writing fanfiction" pipeline lol

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

the thing about my writing is that there are many, many, many characters that i love but could never write for, either because i just don't have the skill to contribute something i'd be happy to share, or because the source material doesn't lend itself well to the vehicle of fanfiction and the standard transformative avenues that come with it. it definitely comes down to my own personal line of what i consider writable.

it's not that i think the characters i do write about are lesser characters, in many ways they mean way more to me because i can write about them, but they are from media which readily fosters fandom/fanfiction. characters which i can love and project onto while also maintaining and building upon their canonical characteristics are the fanfiction sweet spot for me.

halloween ends has been my main interest for over a year now (which is very scary to think about lol), so it's hard to even imagine writing for other characters even with the fandom decline because i have such a tight grasp on my paper-doll corey that i carry around everywhere. what my brain latches onto is really driven by the will of the universe, and i have very little say in the matter lol.

however !! a few characters i can see myself dabbling with, should the interest strike, are: lisa and the creature from lisa frankenstein (2024); severen from near dark (1987); frank from the hardy boys (2020); ethan, sam, tara, richie and amber from scream/scream vi (2021-2022); and sam from gen v (2023).

then a few more characters who i would love to write about but don't really have the skill set for: the narrator, tyler and marla from fight club (1999); felix and oliver from saltburn (2023); pearl from pearl (2022) or maxine from x (2022); and maybe some the characters from the secret history (1992), particularly henry.

#ask #thank you for the ask !! 💗 ily hehe #wow this got way longer and more serious than i intended lol #but the tl;dr of it is i love a lot of characters but i can't write them lol #or i might start writing about lisa idk she is everything to me #once corey leaves me alone

[hazel-mckat]

Characters I relate to by the personality database

Personality type: Infp

Legoshi ( beastars )

Darwin watterson ( tawog )

Joker 'Arthur fleck' ( Joker )

Butters Stotch ( South Park )

Lapis Lazuli ( Steven universe )

Peter Parker/Spider man ( Marvel comics )

Bubbles ( the powerpuff girls )

Edward scissorhands ( 1990 )

Charlie brown ( Peanuts )

WALL-E ( 2008 )

Jaiden animations ( Artsists & Animators )

Victor Van Dort ( Corpse bride )

Sykkuno ( Gaming )

Napstablook ( Undertale )

Panda bear ( We bare bears )

BMO ( Adventure time )

Asriel Dreemurr ( Undertale )

Noelle Holiday ( Deltarune )

Eeyore ( winnie the pooh )

Carrie Krueger ( Tawog )

Jack stauber ( Musicians )

Nikki Maxwell ( Dork dairies )

Vex ( League of legends )

Yellow guy ( dhmis )

Cinnamoroll ( sanrio )

Pyro ( tf2 )

Alec benjamin ( pop & contemporary )

Evan afton/crying child ( Fnaf )

Licorice cookie ( cookie run )

Bob ( despicable me )

Kermit the frog ( the muppets )

Totoro ( Tonari no Totoro )

Mimikyu ( Pokémon )

Ghast ( Minecraft )

White crewmate ( Among us )

Aled Last ( radio Silence )

Candy Chiu ( Gravity falls )

Mew ( Pokémon )

Salad fingers

Bingo heeler ( Bluey )

Resasuke ( Aggretsuko )

Frisk [Pacifist Route] ( Undertale )

Celeste ( Animal crossing )

Flick ( Animal crossing )

OMOCAT ( Game development )

Daniel Middleton/DanTDM ( Gaming )

Christopher Robin ( Winnie the pooh )

Kayleigh Smith/Wolfychu ( Artists & Animators )

Niko ( Oneshot )

Bonnie Anderson ( Toy story )

Blue pearl ( Steven universe )

Bastion ( overwatch )

Toxic morty ( Rick and Morty )

Baby groot ( MCU: The heroes )

Shirokuma ( Danganronpa )

The Hollow Knight ( Hollow Knight )

Pochacco ( Sanrio )

Po ( Teletubbies )

Frog ( Peppa pig )

My melody ( Onegia My Melody )

Maddie Flour ( Amphibia )

Marshmello ( Pop & Contemporary )

Pusheen ( Pusheen the cat )

The Iron giant ( 1999 )

The little prince ( 2015 )

Ivor ( Minecraft story mode )

Sherb ( Animal crossing )

Ravenpaw ( Warrior cats )

Andrew Tsyaston ( Artists & Animators )

Audrey ( Bendy and the dark revival )

Bendy ( Bendy and the dark revival )

Cuptoast ( Artists & Animators )

Owlbert ( The owl house )

Squid ink cookie ( cookie run )

Sarah ( Sarah's scribbles )

Depressed stereotype ( Gacha life )

Clumsy smurf ( Smurfs )

Penny ( Bolt )

The living tombstone ( Musicians )

Henry stein ( Bendy and the dark revival )

Tack ( The thief and the cobbler )

Lloyd Garmadon ( The Lego Movie )

Ghosts ( Among us )

Nightmare Fredbear ( Fnaf )

Piu Piu ( Molang )

Graphite Raven ( Teen Titans 2003 )

Squid ( Minecraft )

Antfrost ( Gaming )

Pichu ( Pokémon )

Pinga ( Pingu )

SCP-1471 "MalO ver1.0.0" ( SCP Foundation )

Shy imaginary older brother ( dhmis )

Katzun ( Artists & Animators )

Bonnet ( Fnaf )

Timid Raven ( Teen titans Go! 2013 )

Manatreed ( Gaming )

Arts and Crafters ( baldi's basics in education and learning )

Sophia ( stardew valley )

Jay ( The lego movie )

Jack Russell ( Bluey )

Shannon Gurr/Shgurr ( Artists & Animators )

Skittle ( Beluga's Discord Characters )

Alolan Vulpix ( Pokémon )

Clancee ( Ninjago: Masters of spinjitzu )

1 ( Numberjacks )

Softie stereotype ( Gacha Life )

Oz ( Monster Prom )

Kyle ( Animal Crossing )

Angmar ( the owl house )

SCP-2521 "••/•••••/••/•" ( SCP Foundation )

Cappuccino ( Sanrio )

Teddy ( Mr. Bean )

Winnie the pooh ( Christopher Robin )

White Puffle ( club penguin )

Chipflake ( Artists & Animators )

August "Auggie" Pullman ( Wonder )

Norton ( Spongebob SquarePants )

Meowstic - Male [Nyaonix] ( Pokémon )

Claire/Opal ( Jack stauber's OPAL )

Espurr ( Pokémon )

Whimsun ( Undertale )

Bryan Jacobsen ( Inside job )

Mincy ( OMORI )

Tails ( Sonic the hedgehog )

Panda ( Minecraft )

Jesus ( Family guy )

Grim Matchstick ( cuphead )

Clara Buhalmet ( Fran Bow )

Rococo ( OMORI )

Turniphead ( Howl's moving castle )

JAMIErighrmeow ( Artists & Animators )

Spifey ( Gaming )

Honeycute ( Sanrio )

Puddle Slime ( Slime Rancher )

Sarah ( Sarah and Duck )

Bebepine ( Artists & Animators )

Dream ( Heat Waves (Fanfiction))

Hummingmint ( Sanrio )

Shyren ( Undertale )

Calum Bowen "bo en" ( Electronic and Experimental )

Invader Skoodge ( Invader Zim )

Alfie ( Bluey )

Sad Larry ( Cyanide & Happiness )

Pure Vessel ( Hollow Knight )

Die ( Homestuck )

Po ( Slendytubbies )

Donald Duck ( Duck Tales )

Boggo ( The land of Boggs )

Withered Cupcake ( Fnaf )

Glare ( Minecraft )

The Diamond Minecraft "DanTDM" ( Minecraft Story Mode )

Kit ( Ratchet & Clank )

Rusty the Dalek ( Doctor Who )

Beau ( Helluva Boss )

Pat ( Later Alligator )

Melotune ( Sanrio )

Milkeemimi ( Sanrio )

Mr. Nobody ( Mr. Men )

Oldmin ( The Henry Stickman collection )

Axo ( Fortnite )

Doll ( Murder Drones )

Qbert ( Pixels )

Blue-Haired Girl ( OMORI )

Sharleen ( OMORI )

Costume Bob ( Sr Pelo )

Dana Cardinal ( Welcome to Night Vale )

Googuy ( The Henry Stickman Collection )

Yogurt ( Dream SMP )

Pain Demon ( Yandere Simulator )

Nyoko ( Sanrio )

Z ( Alphabet Lore )

Shmipper ( Gravity falls )

The Bin ( Don't hug me I'm scared )

Pooky ( Garfield )

Phoodu ( Gaming )

Callahan ( Gaming )

SOUL ( Deltarune )

Duncan ( Don't hug me I'm scared )

The Lost ( The binding of Isaac )

Nuetral Good ( 5x5 Alignment chart )

Emma ( Sanrio )

Tubbo ( Passerine ( Fanfic ))

Phantom Mangle ( Fnaf )

Voss ( Beastars )

Megan Holmes ( Sally Face )

Lucas Ryan ( Solitaire )

Can't let go ( Geometry dash )

Amaura ( Pokémon )

N ( Alphabet Lore )

Foxy ( Fnaf )

Polargeist ( Geometry Dash )

Henry Fisher ( Sally face )

Lost ones ( Bendy and the ink machine/dark revival )

Boris ( Bendy and the ink machine )

Idek why i did this-

[alphabetbill]

To-Do List

Things that you can expect to see coming up on my page, such as things that are current WIPs and things that will be coming in the future! This is so you can keep hounding me about getting shit done instead of lazing about, and so I don't get bored and forget about my projects ;)

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Roman Godfrey A-Z relationship list (currently in the works)

Inhumanity (chapters 2-3-4 at least) (currently in the works)

Wattpad Fanfiction Updates (such as To The Grave and Burning Castle Godfrey on bill_roman_skarsgard)

Fugitive With You (haven't done much work around it but I promise I'm trying to get back on top of things)

I'm hoping to do more Bill x Reader insert stuff

Henry Pearl A-Z relationship list

Those are the main things on my agenda! (can't promise all will be delivered but-)

#billskarsgard #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #bill skarsgard #bill skasgård #bill skarsgård fanfiction #bill skarsgård imagine #fanfiction #roman godfrey x reader #skarsgard #bill

[duchessanon]

I was reading several of your posts about the book and I swear by Lizzie's pearls I thought it was fanfiction but the bad kind. I can't believe all that is included in the book. For all his bragging that he is normal compared to others, henri is a snob. A spoiled child who at every opportunity says he's a real prince, just as much as he says he is the spare

I didn’t expect it to read like fanfiction and that’s what I love most about it! Idk if he comes off like a snob but he’s trying rly hard to appear the opposite

[idk-0-k]

AU Masterlist:

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PBS Kids AUS:

A Broken Universe Au (Inspired By HarpyStories (Ao3): The Pursuit of The Universe!) (Crossover Au)

[Summary]

(oh btw Heres the Link to the fanfiction That Inspired it)

Characters:

🏴‍☠️ Who Survived Who Died & Who's Missing:

[The Hero Version]

[The Villain Version]

Character Related artworks:

🏴‍☠️ General:

🏴‍☠️ Character Sheets:

Heroes:

[Leo & Carmen] (Let's Go Luna)

Villains:

[Donita,Gormond & Paisley] (Wild Kratts)

🏴‍☠️ Sketches:

🏴‍☠️ Other:

The Setting:

🏴‍☠️ The Headquarter(s):

[Hero Base]

[Villain Headquarters]

🏴‍☠️ Other Locations:

Writing Related:

🏴‍☠️ Snippets/Prompts:

🏴‍☠️ Drabbles:

How did everyone Died?:

[Andy (Let's Go Luna)]

🏴‍☠️ Other:

Q&A:

Other:

If you want to see More from this Au Follow the Tag:

# a broken universe au)

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The Purple Plague Au (Crossover Au)

[Summary]

Characters:

👾 Survivors:

[Heroes]

[Villains]

The Plague Itself:

👾 Info:

[Symptoms & Stages]

[The Zombies Themselves]

Character related Artworks:

👾 General:

👾 Character Sheets:

The Infected:

Heroes:

[Xavier] (XRATSM) (Concept Art)

Villains:

The Survivors:

Heroes:

Villains:

👾 Sketches:

👾 Other:

Writing Related:

👾 Snippets/Prompts:

👾 Drabbles:

👾 Other:

Q&A:

Other:

(If you want to see More from this Au Follow the Tag:

# the purple plague au)

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Sorrowful Wishes Au (Let's Go Luna Au)

[Summary]

Characters:

🎪 Sorrow Will Circus:

[Gloria Mintz]

[Darby Mintz]

[Mack Mintz]

[Kana Nightglow]

[Amias Yearwood]

[Esme Yearwood]

[Rosa Lewiston]

[Henry Brown]

Character related Artworks:

🎪 General:

🎪 Sketches:

🎪 Other:

Family Tree(s):

[The Nightglow Family Tree]

The World:

🎪 The Setting:

[Sorrow Will Circus's Tent]

[The Worker's Homes]

Writing Related:

🎪 Snippets/Prompts:

🎪 Drabbles:

🎪 Other:

Q&A:

Other:

(If you want to see More from this Au Follow the Tag:

# sorrowful wishes au)

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Other AUS:

Normality Au (Steven Universe Au)

[Summary]

Characters:

💎 New Characters (aka OC's):

[Brown Pearl]

[Brown Jasper]

[Andrea Sanchez] (Half Gem)

[Carlos Sanchez] (Andrea's Dad)

[Violet Rose Quarts] (Andrea's Mom)

💎 Character Redesigns:

[Steven]

[Pearl]

💎 The Neighbors of Forestville:

Character related Artworks:

💎 General:

💎 Sketches:

💎 Other:

Writing Related:

💎 Snippets/Prompts:

💎 Drabbles:

Backstories:

[Brown Pearl & Jasper's Homeworld Past]

[The Altered Timeline]

💎 Other:

Q&A:

Other:

(If you want to see More from this Au Follow the Tag:

# normality au)

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Character AUS:

Shitty!Senior Fabuloso Au (Let's Go Luna!):

Summary: This Au Is Basically "What If Senior Fabuloso Is an Asshole to the Kids & the Moon herself"

General:

🎩 Writing Related:

🎩 Other:

Q&A:

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WIP AUS:

🌵 Stranded au (Wild Kratts) (Alternate timeline of the Rattlesnake Crystal episode)

🌸 Far Away au (aka the Hanahaki Disease au) (Let's Go Luna)

☀️ Nostalgic Sunsets au (Let's Go Luna)

That's all for now, I promise to update this List in the future

Bye! ☺️

#masterlist #Well... there's only a few Here but still #(edit: I originally wanted to post this later but Tumblr is an asshole and post it anyways)

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

the doctor is in - henry pearl

doctor!dad!henry pearl x reader

warnings: lit rally nothing this is the usual heaping serving of fluff & cuteness 🥰

word count: 650

notes: ohmygod this is a mess sorry i was really busy and today is just not it for me so this is what you’re getting bc i didn’t want it to be 3 weeks since i’ve posted something

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you woke up to a hardly noticeable tug on your sleeve. as you lazily blinked your eyes open, you saw the silhouette of your son, michael.

“what’s up, hon?” you slurred, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes.

“i think i’m gonna throw up,” he murmured, clutching his stomach before he ran to the bathroom. from what you could hear, he barely had enough time to flick on the light and lift the toilet seat before he got sick.

“aww, poor thing,” you mumbled to yourself. you sat on the cold floor next to him and ran a soothing hand along his clammy back. “i’m sure daddy can help you feel better, sweetheart.”

as if that was his cue, henry sleepily stumbled into the bathroom, his emerald eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright lights. “oh no, someone’s not feelin’ good?”

“my tummy hurt when i went to bed and i couldn’t go to sleep, so i was playing with my toys, but then i felt really bad.” michael sniffled, wiping his tears with his balled up fists.

“that’s alright bud, i promise you’ll be feelin’ better soon. you’ve just got a nasty stomach bug, that’s all.” henry playfully ruffled his hair.

once it was clear your son wasn’t going to be sick again, henry lifted him up, holding him close against his hip as he took him into the kitchen. much to your confusion, henry left michael sitting on the countertop, only to come back a moment later decked out in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

“doctor pearl is in,” he cooed lovingly, gathering the “supplies” he’d need. “now, when you have a stomach bug, your tummy’s jumpin’ and hoppin’ around, and i’m willing to bed that doesn’t feel so good. so for it to calm down, you wanna eat some boring stuff, how does that sound?”

michael nodded and swung his legs off the edge of the island. you and henry busied yourselves making some bland foods for your soon to eat, including soup, toast, and a glass of water.

your son sat quietly as he slurped on the chicken noodle soup and crunched on some toast. his lack of chatter saddened you since he was usually so talkative.

“daddy, can i watch something?” michael asked softly, reaching up to place his dishes in the sink.

“of course you can, bud,” henry quickly scooped the bowl out of his hands for him. “let’s go put somethin’ on.”

the three of you made your way to the sofa as henry flicked the tv on. your son laid his head in your lap and made himself comfortable as your husband searched for the kids channels. michael decided on spongebob, letting out little giggles every time mr krabs would catch plankton trying to steal the krabby patty formula.

after a few episodes, he was out cold, snoozing softly against your lap, fabric bunched up in his tight fist. you turned to look at henry, not surprised to find he was already looking over at you. “thanks for doing the whole doctor shtick, i think he really got a kick out of it.”

a look of confusion passed through his eyes as he mischievously cocked his head to the side. “shtick? excuse you, i’m a certified pediatrician, and i’ve got the doctorates to prove it, missy.”

“you’re absolutely right,” you laughed, careful to keep your volume down lest you wake up your sleeping angel. “my sincerest apologies, doctor pearl.”

“you know i’d do anything for him,” henry rubbed his hand over his sleeping son’s warm back. “and that goes for you too, and don’t you forget it.”

“never ever, doctor pearl.” you accentuated your claim with a kiss to his perfect button nose. “now help me get this patient to his ward before he wakes up.”

“sure thing, sweetheart.” henry grinned, complete adoration in his gaze.

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please forgive me if this is short or if there’s any errors i wanted to get something out today sO BAD so this might be a little rushed

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[hecohansen31]

Could we maybe get Henry Pearl helping reader through a rough patch? Just like tooth rotting fluff

(A\N): Hello there, lovely! 😘✨

You have no literal idea how happy I am of this, and how in need of Henry Pearl I am, since... I am not going to lie, lately (and still is) has been a low key a rough patch for me, since I have been struggling with anxiety and my appointment with the psychologist moved to next week, since I have to stay at university for two more days (with those snakes of my roommates).

Also my mom, to whom I usually talk with for anxiety, has been extremely bitchy with me (which I get because I stress her extremely) (although half of my anxieties are because of her) and today I broke one nail, which is very “KIM PEOPLE ARE DYING” problem, I realize, but I got them done last week, plus I just get very stupidly concerned about these things, thinking that people will judge me for it...🙈

I know this is too TMI, and I am going to leave you to our sweet and gentle Henry Pearl, the true light of this dark period, sorry for the personal thing, I just wanted you to know why I am a bit inactive today (alongside avoiding spoilers... which failed miserably! 🤣).

Hope you’ll enjoy it, sweetheart! ❤️

(And if you have more, for this babe, I am always open for it! 😘✨)

WARNINGS: Stress and Anxiety and Mention of Past Trauma 💜

You had been fidgety the entire night, and when Henry had moved to retrieve something for him to paint, meanwhile you checked some emails, he had found you having a anger-filled breakdown, against your computer, for not loading fast enough your emails.

He didn’t understand the reason behind it, gently calming you down with the promise to take a look to the computer, which you continued on saying it was too slow.

He gently kissed your forehead, immediately making you met under him, as he got the computer out of harm way, putting himself between it and you, who gently hugged around his waist, pushing your head onto his shoulder and gently kissing it, before you laid your face down there, tired.

“You need to leave it some time to charge, lovely” he explained, meanwhile he closed and re-opened the web, gently getting it to finally work, as you took a sharp intake of breath, moving to take it from his hand.

But he closed it before your hands could even come close to the technological object.

You looked at him confused and gently he pushed you down on the bed, playful towering onto you.

“What has happened, my lady?” he asked with a fake British accent, as a true knight from the old stories, meanwhile you just scrunched your nose, a bit annoyed.

“Henry, let me get to my emails, you draw and I answer a some of them... we had a deal” you mumbled, meanwhile you tried to launch yourself closer to the computer, but no result was successful since Henry got his hands onto yours, pinning them over your hand.

And he ended up kissing your face, peppering it softly and playfully, effectively getting a laugh out of your chest, meanwhile you tried to push him away, although your tries were weak and not very interested in actually getting him to stop his ministrations.

But somehow you managed to turn the things around and before Henry knew it, you were mercilessly tickling him, before you planted some kisses in order to distract him from your hands reaching out for your computer.

And you immediately went back to your emails.

Henry tried to regain his breath, staring at the painted roof of your little house: he had done it, meanwhile you anxiously asked him if he was alright.

“Didn’t Michelangelo do the same?” he had asked, meanwhile you had slapped his shoulder, saying that “Michelangelo didn’t have a hot girlfriend to worry for”.

He didn’t surrender to you, although he had lost this battle, you hadn’t won the war.

He hug-attacked you from behin, making you giggle, but your eyes didn’t shift from the screen.

It took a few kisses onto your neck, and you finally caved in, turning around for another long and attentive kiss, which made him feel like he was melting onto you, meanwhile you smirked, quickly bringing him back to reality with an harsh bite on his upper lip.

“... I would gladly do this, instead of answering emails” you mumbled, onto his lips, your eyes becoming tinged with worry “... but I seriously have to do this, or...”.

“Or what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in an half a smirk to you “... I don’t think they’ll fire you, sweetie, they like you too much”.

He had heard you talking over the phone about having an hard time at work, mostly whenever he would catch you shouting at somebody on the phone or huffing when your phone blinged during movie night.

He could also justify your nervousness, knowing exactly that you were the type of person who needed to do her best in anything, and when you gave your best and people didn’t recognize it... well... that was a problem.

That was why he cherished you with everything he could, earning an identical treatment that made butterfly come alive in his stomach.

You had been there, after Tallulah had revealed anything to him, and you had been there after, holding him close to you.

And if your situation was even slightly as stressing as that, he couldn’t help but want to hold you and chase away all your worries, as you had done.

“... don’t joke on this, Henry Pearl” you mumbled, although a little laugh escaped your chest “I am worried about everything, we have had so many deadlines so so close and people have been pushing their work on me... and I was just unable to say no”.

He could understand it all, but still he refused to let you in your own destructive behavior, mostly when it got between him and his well-deserved cuddles.

“I know that you are, but you seriously don’t have to let this get to you, you always manage to succeed in anything” he reminded you, making you smile lightly, and blush rather strongly “...I am kind of in awe that you are still with me, although you could have so much...”.

“If you finish that phrase I am crashing my computer on top of your head” you threatened and he giggled, apologizing with soft kisses all over your hair, before he gently settled his face in the crook of your neck.

“... don’t do it, it is a MacBook, it is expensive”.

“Then don’t do this, Henry Pearl, because you are the most perfect creature in the world” he blushed, but didn’t let this stop him from going on with his talk.

“... and please don’t let your anxieties get to you, we can talk about them” he moved to kiss your forehead and felt you relax slightly.

“I don’t want to bother you” you whispered, meanwhile you turned to gently lay onto his chest, meanwhile he lowered himself till his back hit the mattress softly, not even startling you “... sometimes I just get these awful thoughts, and I don’t want to ruin your eternally sunshine-y moods, you have already so much on your plate...”.

“And you have, too, so many things on your plate and still find time to comfort me, so I think that I can do the same for you, sweetie” he gently kissed both your cheeks, before he finally managed to kiss your mouth, gently caressing your face “Please I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tall about it with me”.

You nodded softly, promptly understanding the true problem and gently pushing yourself to nudge against him.

“... but right now I feel too tired to actually talk” you mumbled, ending the phrase with a yawn and getting Henry to gently lay himself on top of you, cuddling you closer to his beating heart, meanwhile he pushed your computer onto the nightstand, to avoid it crashing it down to its misery.

“I love you, sweetie” he muttered as he engulfed you, throwing the sheets around you, pretty sure that you were already snoring.

“... love you, too, Henry Pearl”.

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[doll-r-t]

The Lost Pearl Part 4

Moodboard by me but pics found on pinterest

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 5

Masterlist

TW: Some internal angst like anxiety, some nudeness (non sexual)

Viking x fem!reader SLOW BURN

Finally, after a grueling ride, exhaustion and soreness plaguing your body Syverson informed you that you would be there in under half an hour. He pointed to something on a hill, that shined almost golden in the evening sun. You could not make out more than a shine on top of the mountain and what looked like a wall of wood surrounding the hill. Once you got closer you could see spears surrounding the wall pointing outwards to any enemy who dare come close to it. But for one region where an entrance was built. Atop of it were guards looking down and watchtowers on each side. It was different from what you were used to. It was, what your people would call, primitive.            

     Syverson slowly rode up to the gate calling out for it to be opened, and promptly it was. Once you were inside you could see wood cabins and the little herb gardens attached to almost every run-down cabin. People outside working, looking up as you passed by. Suddenly you became aware of your position sitting on a horse with a man, the leader no less. Looking disheveled and a little dirty. This was no way to make a first impression as a Princess. Maria would probably faint if she could see it. Yet, all thought off your appearance left you once you saw the fallen in the faces of the people. Mostly elderly folk, or women. Not too many men. All looked tired and almost hungry. A kingdom destroyed by war. You had not realized how badly the Woodlands were hit. Especially since they came to your aid in the final battle. The Pearl had rough patches for sure and saw its fair share of battle, poverty, and destruction but not like this.                    You held your head high, putting on a pleasant smile and nodding in greeting to the people you passed. They greeted Syverson enthusiastically but looked at you in question, some in wonder, some in wariness.                                     You rode up a hill, houses scattered around, in no particular order but never one aligned with the other. It was different from the Pearl where everything was connected through the white stone the city was made out of. The hill was steep and a path from long use trampled towards Warhorse but the hill unevenness made it exhausting in your state. Finally, you could see what was shining golden in the sun. It was the Hall of Warhorse itself, atop the hill overseeing everything. The wood had a slight golden shimmer to it and you wondered how it had happened. A terrace made of stone was in front of the entrance. It was the only stone thing you saw for now. But what caught your eye was a beautiful woman standing there, holding a drinking horn. Her hair was swaying in the wind in sync with her white, plain dress, cut under her clavicle and fitted around her waist with a belt made out of golden plates. She was truly a fair maiden and her eyes were as blue as Syversons.                

You did not even notice the big hands encasing your waist and pulling you down from the horse. Too entranced with the woman in front of you, Syverson’s sister. You had found out about her through the whispers of the maids. She was the Lady of Horns. She snuck onto the battlefield in front of the City of Light defeating the most dangerous warrior of the enemy's army called the Horned. Believed to be immortal, never even touched by his enemies. He wrote to battle on an Elk, when his creature was slain by her uncle, she protected her mortally wounded uncle by picking up the splintered horn of the elk and killing the Horned. She looked so fair, so different from what you had imagined. But now stepping towards her you could see the strength in her shoulders, the cleverness in her eyes, and her assured posture. This woman, the leader of shielded maids, of whom you never believed truly existed, was the maid you were supposed to make a Lady out of. This would be… interesting to say the least.                                            

Syverson let go of your hand he had intertwined with his arm while leading you up the stairs to his sister. Several servants, men, and women were lined up behind the sister, with trays of mugs and bread. You stepped slightly to the side when Syverson took the cup stepping forward and looking out over the village. An elderly woman came up to you giving you a drinking horn as well. You could feel the eyes of the sister on you and many others. But you ignored it stepping up next to Syverson taking your rightful place as the leading representative of your people. Raising the cup Syverson drank first before you followed his lead.     You had not noticed but a smaller girl was next to the sister, you guessed around twelve. Her hair was wild orange, and her cheeks flushed. She had a bright smile on her face her green eyes sparkling. You thought her adorable. Once Syverson had drunk all his mead, which left a sweet but unfamiliar taste on your tongue, but was familiar and welcoming to him, he turned around. He opened his arms wide, smiling at the young girl, she launched forward springing into his arms. He caught her easily twirling her around before positioning her on his hip and walking forward to his sister hugging her to him as well. She smiled breathing out burring his face into his neck. He kissed the top of her head. You wondered at this display of affection. Looked around for judgmental eyes but all you saw was affection in the eyes of his people. It confused you even more, you had never seen a leader so affectionate. It made you feel awkward and you averted your gaze. Syverson cleared his throat turning to you. The girl still in his arms. “Princess Y/N, this is my sister Ceallach, and my cousin Rosamund,” You bowed your head in respect. “So you are the woman that will make me into a proper Lady.” Ceallachs voice was tight and she mustered you quickly. Her lips quirked at your dirty hem and you felt anger and embarrassment at the same time. But then she laughed. “Then thank the Gods you are here, as my brother thinks me a scoundrel, and when he says that then the pompous court will think especially so.” She came over lacing her arm with yours. “And please call me Cella, not Ceallach, Princess.” All at once the anger and embarrassment left you and you could have almost given her a genuine smile, had you not forgotten how to do it. “Then I insist on dropping all formal titles, please call me Y/N.” She smiled at you pulling you into the hall. “My Gods Sy you have no manners, look at the girl she does not want introductions she wants to rest, she is half-dead on her feet.” She sent Syverson a glare, shaking her head. “You have to forgive my brother he has no manners, our Uncle tried but oh well some just cannot be helped.” This was the second time you had to suppress a genuine smile. You were right, after all, this was going to be interesting. Looking at Syverson from the corner of your eyes you could see him roll his eyes at his sister and pinch the little girl still in his arms giggling at Syverson being scolded. Cella, left her brother in the hall, walking you down a corridor. A door with dark wood, and ornaments of a cat atop a lioness, woods surrounding them with an owl in the tree was carved in it. Intertwined lines were circling the picture. You had never seen such wonderful and skillful craftsmen ship. Cella opened the door pulling you in. “This will be your chamber, mine is across and my brothers is down the hall.” You nodded looking around. The room was not as big or bright as the one at home but it was adorned with warm colors, red green some yellow, and warm wood. To your left was a fireplace staked with wood ready to be lit, and to the right, a closet, made out of dark wood and intricate ornaments surrounding the outside. In front of you was a big bed, with red covers. The bed was made out of warm wood with yellow paintings. A carpet made of fur was underneath your feet. And two chairs next to the fireplace, You walked into the room observing the differences in culture. You turned looking over your left shoulder at the sister of Syverson she was watching you intensely but your face was blank. You were taught early in your life not to let emotions show. Out of the corner, you could see a room divider and a washbasin. You longed for a bath. Smiling at her you said: “I fear my trunks got lost along the way but it seems I have everything I need, a warm bed and somewhere to wash. Thank you.” You nodded at her. “The maid should bring your bathwater shortly, so-.” She walked towards you, pulling you to a chair at the fireplace. “Let me help you get started. I am sure you are tried.” She started pulling out the pins in your hair. Your back going stiff, normally you let no one touch your hair maybe sometimes Maria wa sallowed to. She pulled the net of your hair and started picking some leaves still stuck in it off. The door opened and a tall woman with long hair, tied at the back stepped in. Her arms were big and muscular, heaving a bucket of water. She pulled a bathtub over to you and fill it with steaming water after leaving again. She came to a couple of times more to fill the bath completely then she pulled the room divider in front of it, nodding and leaving. Callea had detangled your hair during that time. She walked over to the bath pulling a flask from the table next to it. “Here it will help you, a couple of drops and some leaves from it in the bathwater work wonders for a sore body.” You stood up walking over to the bath. “Thank you.”                                                    

Finally, she took her leave, leaving you alone in the room. Breathing out deeply you let your shoulders sag. What had you gotten yourself into? Slowly you pulled the string at the front of your dress, discharging the first layer of your dress and then pulling the second dress off before discarding your shift. You looked at your body, with bruises and small cuts littering it. They had begun to burn on the ride to warhorse after the fight but you were too tired to care. They were nothing serious so you chose not to complain. Now stepping into the warm bathwater you hissed in pain and delight. Once you were fully soaked you picked up the flask again. It was a greenish color with leaves in it. Hesitating you opened it. The smell was immediate the herbs wafting your way. It had a burn to it but the more you smelled it the less intense it got. Sighing you put some drops in the bathwater. You had no other choice your stuff was still on its way. Leaning back you tried to relax, the heat relaxing you and almost lulling you into another nap. The door opening pulled you from your haze. The woman from before rounded the corner, her dress sleeves rolled up, exposing more of her muscles. “Welcome to Warhorse Princess, I am Gisla I will take care of you while you are here.” “It is a pleasure to meet you Gisla.” She pulled a wooden stool over sitting next to your bath. In her hands, she had a couple of bottles. “I was informed your trunks are not here yet. So I brought you some of my people's bathing utensils.” “Oh thank you so much. I am sorry I must smell horrible.” Gisla smiled. “Like a rose.” She countered. Gisla picked up a washcloth and dunked it into the water before putting some of the scented oil on the cloth. She looked at you hesitantly before picking up your arm and starting to rub you down. You leaned back again too relaxed. Gisla was cleaning you for a while before reaching for your hair. “Oh, that will not be necessary thank you.” You reached for the bottles yourself and started to clean your hair. Gisla thought it strange but did not comment on it. She only nodded and stood up. “My Lady Cella gave me this.” She held up a simple shift. “For the dressing.” She then walked over to the bed pulling back the covers. “You can sleep for a while, the feast will be in a couple of hours I will get you.” She hesitated before leaving. “I will call for Beren our healer.” You looked at her questioningly. She just nodded at your cuts and bruises and left. You continued to clean your hair putting oil into your scalp and ends.             

  Once you were sure you were truly clean you got out of the bath, patting yourself dry, putting on the white shift. And not a second too soon, once you have dressed a knock sounded at your door. Gisla came in. “The healer is here.” She opened the door wider seeing that you were presentable and an old man with white dreadlocks and dark skin stepped in, his hands were weathered but his eyes sharp. He nodded at you grunting as he walked over to you with a bag in his hand. “Sit down child. Let me look at you.” You had never been addressed so informal but you did what he said sitting down on the bed. He took your hand in his looking your arm over before moving on to the left. He spoke something underneath his breath and opened his bag. He pulled out a bottle with yellow color and big leaves in it. “Lay down child.” You did as he said laying in the middle of the bed. He leaned over you lifting your left arm and dabbing some of the water in the bottle onto your smaller cuts before pulling out a leave which he laid onto the bigger cuts you had. He wrapped a white cloth around it. Then walking around to the other side he did the same on your right arm. Then moved on to your legs doing the same. Once he was finished he turned to Gisla. “Put the water on before she goes to the feast and then again in the morning.” He turned back to you. “Your body is exhausted. You need to sleep now. The water will soothe the sting and the leaves will prevent scarring. It will heal in no time.” “Thank you, Beren.” Your eyes were closing the tiredness taking over and before you could see the surprised look on his face, of you, knowing his name, you fell asleep. He gave Gisla the bottle and told her to call him if she needed anything and left. Gisla smiled at the old man. He was known for being a bit rough around the edges but Gisla knew he was secretly a sweetheart. Not that she would dare say it out loud. Gisla came over to you, putting the covers over your body and filling a mug with water bringing it to your bedside table. Then she also left.                     You slept well into the evening. When you woke your room was dark and it took a minute for you to realize where you were. Sitting up you noticed the soreness of your body was almost gone. You wondered at it. The smell of the stinging herbs was still in the air. It made sense, the Woodland people were hard-working, and horse people were used to riding for a long while and a sore body. So they had tinctures developed to soothe their ache. You laid back down again, staring at the ceiling. The covers were thick and warm. Different from the silk you normally slept on. Snuggling deeper into the covers you wished to stay here for a while. And a light so you could read a bit.               

  You were denied such pleasure as Gisla came into the room. She held a candle in her hand and went over to the fireplace. You observed her for a while until the room was lit. “I hope you had a good sleep.” “Yes very much so.” You sat up. Looking at your room. It was illuminated in warm light bouncing off the red, green, and yellow colors in your room.       

 The relief you felt when you were informed that your trunks had arrived was immense. You had forgotten all about what you would wear tonight if they did not come. Gisla helped you into a silver dress, tightening at the back. Then she pulled another dress over it that was cut out in the front laying atop the silver only covering the back. The blue complimented the silver perfectly and made you shine. You pushed the last Pearls into your hair, covering them in a blue lace netting when Gisla told you the feast was starting. You dabbed on a red mixture made out of berries on your lips giving them a bit of color.       

 Gisla led you down the corridor back into the big entrance hall. It was bustling with people, with several tables, and benches. It was so different from the ordered, delicate, and precise structure at home. Gisla leads you along the side of the hall, tapestries decorating it. She lead you to the high table which oversaw the room. No clothing was on top of it. Only the bare wood and a hand full of wildflowers. Which you guessed was for your benefit. Syverson was already sitting there. He had cleaned up, which was the first thing you noticed. He had a white tunic on the arms rolled up and a green vest with a horse embroidered on it. Next to him was his niece, Rosamund, rambling on. Syverson had a slight smile on his face, looking at her affectionated. It made a cute picture, her orange hair all wild and a green dress almost sitting on Syverson’s lap. A chair was free on his right side, it was where Gisla was leading you to. Next to the empty chair was his sister, her hair in a braid. Syverson stood when he saw you bowing his head, you did the same before stepping towards your chair, he pulled it out and shuffled it back in for you. He stayed standing leaning over the table and lifting a drinking horn. Promptly a servant came filling your own mug. Syverson gave a short speech that you pretended to hear. But mostly you were watching the people. They were simply dressed and scattered around the tables. Once Syverson mentioned your name you turned your head to him smiling up at him. It was time to act the part of the thankful guest. Lifting your mug you kept looking at him. His gaze caught yours for a second before returning to his speech. Once everyone said “Hail” they drank, and you followed the lead. The liquor was strong, stronger than the one you had before, and you wished you could drink the sweet honey-laced liquor from before. You swallowed it, trying not to let the harshness of the wine affect you too much. A server brought a plate with some meat cuts. Before you could even see what there was Syverson’s and his sister's plates were full. Gosh if the ladies of the court could see this they would have a heart attack. You had to suppress the urge to be appalled too but somewhat it was amusing. “Here.” Cella put on a cut of meat on your plate, some potatoes cheese fruits, and bread. You were overwhelmed with the amount. “The meat is good but if you like it well done you have to say it to the cook yourself. I am not angering him.” She stuffed some potatoes in her mouth. You smiled, “I will keep that in mind.” Taking up a fork you cut a small piece of the meat. You had never eaten something like this. It was tender and tasted very good. “What is this?” “Rumstake with herbs.” You took another bite. “It is very good. I never had anything like it before.” She looked at you with surprise. “My people mostly eat seafood, fruits, lighter food as it is very hot where I am from.” Cella seemed to think for a while. “I never had seafood.” You looked at her shocked. “Do you not have it here?” “Well, some fish sometimes but that is it.” She put the fork down. “Will I have to get used to eating seafood?” You took a sip of the wine again, it paired well with the stake. “Not necessarily. You will be living in the City of Stones or City of Lights depending on whom you speak to. They have both meat somewhat like this and heartier food. As they are further away from the sea. But they do import some pickled food from my people. So do not worry as long as you do not come to the Pearl you will get around eating it.” She seemed less worried. “Besides I can show you tricks on how to avoid the food you do not like without offending anyone. Trust me I have practice.” She smiled at you satisfied with your answer. She started talking to someone next to her, leaving you to your food.                

You were more than full but Cella had put so much on your plate that half was still full. You were set on not disrespecting anyone so you tried to keep eating. You could hear a chuckle next to you. Looking up you saw Syverson lift an eyebrow smirking at you. “Enjoying your food Princess?” You felt your face heat up embarrassed by the amount of food on your plate. “Very much so Captain.” He watched you for a while forcing some more food down. When a loud chatter broke out at the other end of the hall and the people were distracted he quickly swapped your plate with his. You quirked an eyebrow at him. He just shrugged digging in. The rest of the feast passed slowly, not a lot of people paid attention to you, you sat straight looking around nodding or smiling. You were used to this, at home you would usually be ignored until you could walk off with some of your girlfriends leaving the men to business. You forgot how isolating it felt and now watching people behave in a manner so different from yours you felt it even more. You sipped on your wine wishing you were back in bed reading.                      Once the eating part was over some tables were pushed to the side. The crowd got rowdier and a couple of people started playing instruments and others started dancing. Well, it was more wild spinning and stomping than dancing. Cella had gone off somewhere and Syverson was talking to a man with Rosamund on his lap. You sight, looking at all the people talking and having fun. You must make a weird picture, hair tightly put back, silver and white dress instead of warm earth color. Your glass was empty and you could not find a servant to refill it. So promptly you got up, you would not be missed anyways. You walked down to the table with carafes. Red liquor splashing at the top. Taking a deep breath you refilled your mug. Normally your father would not allow you to drink more than one glass, two tops. You understood the last thing you needed was the court gossiping about you being a drunk. But from what you could see these people were so well into the barrel they would not see you sneak a third glass. They were twirling and singing, well trying to, it looked more like animals trying to be human. You took another sip. Gods, why did you come here at home you would at least dance lightly over the floor, enchanting with your long years of practice. The longer you drank the more rage came out of you, the rage of being a woman, being put aside, looked at but not talked to, dismissed as less. You slammed your cup on the table breathing hard, panic bubbling up in you. You were losing control, your emotions taking over. This cannot be, and not here of all places in the open. You quickly made your way to the exit, walking down a corridor and then another and another, not looking where you were going. You just wanted to be as far away as possible. Your hands were shaking and your heart was racing, there was an ache in your chest and you wished you could rip your rib cage open freeing whatever was inside of you causing so much pain. You had not noticed that you had found your way into a garden. The fresh air snuffed all the emotions out of you, you sunk to the ground just breathing. You had no idea why you were losing control lately, you had gotten so good at keeping your emotions hidden but ever since the war ended you felt something in your chest that made it so tight you felt like being suffocated.                 

   You sat outside for a while, you would not be missed anyway, and the people did not care much for manner. Getting up you walked around the bushes, the air was cold far colder than you were used to it bit at your skin but the sting felt good it made you sharp and aware again. The moon was bright in the sky illuminating the garden. It was big and the change of season was visible, some flowers had lost the shine of the summer and the colors were slowly turning dull. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. You touched one of the pink flowers watching petals fall to the ground. One by one until only a couple were holding on, gripping onto where they should be. Your hand fell in sync with the last petal, your hands stained with water from the flower. Stepping back, emptiness settled into your body. You could deal with the emptiness you were familiar with it, your constant companion the last years.          

  Straightening up you turned walking back into the corridor. You had no idea where you were but you kept walking trying to listen to the sounds surrounding you and following them. It led you to the great hall again. The people were still dancing, drinking, and singing. Syverson stood with some of his men, a flush on his face and laughing loudly. He seemed so relaxed, and comfortable. So different from the tension he carried with him before. A tug on your skirt pulled you out of your thoughts, the girl with the wild orange hair was standing there. You smiled turning to her. She said something but you could not hear, she was so different from earlier, shy and timid as supposed to loud and giddy. You looked around for a spot that was a little less crowded. To the side by a pillar was a bench. You offered her your hand, walking her towards it. Sitting down you made sure your dress was properly fanned out. You caught in the corner of your eye that she tried to follow your lead by doing the same to her dress. But it did not quite have the same effect with her sturdy one opposite to your flowing gown.                                           

 “I am sorry I could not hear what you were saying before.” Turning towards you you waited for her to gather her thoughts. She was still figgiding with her dress avoiding your eyes. “Sy told me you were the princess of the sea,” she mumbled, still not looking at you. “Well, I guess you could say that. My people build their houses by the sea.” She frowned. “But how can you be a Princess of something so small?” You raised your eyebrows. but before you could respond she went on. “We have a sea near here, it only has a handful of fish and one cabin. Sy doesn’t let me bathe in it, says it is too dangerous since I can’t swim.” “That is very wise of him, water is a wonderful thing but it can be dangerous if you do not know how it behaves.” She looked up at you for the first time, confused. “Behave?” “Yes well you see, water is not a still standing thing like trees. It flows and follows its own path. Water has no other master. And when you do not know where it will go, you can be swept away in it.” She pondered over this, her eyebrows drawn and her lips moving as if she was repeating your words in silence. You let her be for a moment. When she looked up at you you went on. “And there is a difference between my and your sea. What I assume is more a lake than a sea.” You looked ou in the crowed, seeing but not seeing. You remembered the softness of the sand beneath your feet, the white foam sticking to your legs from the waves. The gentleness of the breeze and the strong will of the water to wave back and forth. How were you to describe something so beautiful and terrifying at the same? You remembered the field you passed on the way here. Vast and swaying in the wind like green water. It was not so different from the sea as you thought at first. “Have you ever stood in a field with high grass, the wind blowing around you?” She nodded. “Remember how wide it is as if it goes on forever, even wider than the horizon. The gentle tickle of the grass on your leg and the swaying back and forth.” Rosamund had closed her eyes trying to imagine all of it. “Now picture it being blue instead of green. Remember the noises you hear by the lake. This is my land. Big and vast.” You looked at your hands, it was fiddling with the pearls stitched in your dress. Pearls of the sea. “The wind is most prominent at the sea. The air is warm almost pressing but the breeze gives you some relief. The sand is soft and bows to your steps. The moon makes little diamonds on the water with its light and the water sways to the pull of it as if they were in love. Every time you think the rocks surrounding parts of the water has been captured it draws back flowing to its own will. Nothing can ever capture it, change it, or form it into something it is not. It will provide you with everything you need as long as you do not ask for too much.” You broke off for a second your hands still caressing the pearl from a shell.                                                   

 You had not realized that you had attracted an audience, the little girl Rosamund was so captured with your tale she was sitting crosslegged fully turned to you. Other people stood to the side mug in hand. Some younger people were sitting on the ground. The old man Beren sat to the side on a stool, half turned away but clearly listening. You looked at all the faces, recognizing non besides, Rosamund, Beren Cella, and one of the men who brought you here. “Well go on what happens if you take too much of the sea?” One of the younger girls with blond hair, sitting on the ground asked. You were overwhelmed, you had not meant to attract an audience you thought you were far enough from people so they would not hear you. You did not even know why you told all this, probably because it was so weird to you people not knowing about the sea. It was such an important part of your people. Looking around you did not know if you should say more. It was improper to do so. You were merely here to show your face and that your people and the Woodlands were friends now.              

  “What happens is that young girls need to go to bed.” Syverson stepped out behind a pillar, his strong voice sounding out. “Common Rosamund it is far too late you need to go to bed.” She immediately began to complain. But you felt relief, the people scattered. “No buts and you Filla should be home by now. Your grandma said only an hour-long it must be at least two by now.” She huffed and pouted but did as she was told. Cella sidestepped Syverson taking Rosamund by the hand and guiding her from the hall. Only Syverson and you were left, well, and the old man Beren a little further down the corridor on his stool. “My apologies.” You rose from the bench. “I did not mean to keep her up longer than allowed.” He nodded at you there was something in his eyes you could not quite pinpoint. “No need to apologies.” He turned to where Cella and Rosamund went. “She is not good with strangers but a curious girl. She likes learning and stories but is too shy to ask someone to tell her.” You nodded understanding, a smile playing on your lips. If she was so shy then why did she come up to someone who was not only a stranger but also not of her people?            

Syverson cleared his throat. “Is the sea truly like you described?” You looked at him in wonder. “Of course, I would never lie about the sea.”  “Then it sounds beautiful. I heard that your people have sea salt in your body instead of blood.” You laughed slightly at that. “Yes, people believe that we came from the sea, created by the collision of moon and water, born of their love. I do not know if it is true but that does not stop me from believing it.” Syverson still had this look on his face. Nodding he turned to leave. He took a few steps before looking over his shoulder. “Then the sea is truly beautiful.” With that, he walked away. Looking around you were alone again, standing to the side with no idea how to fit in with these people. There were no specific rules or structures they followed. Before you could do anything a hand clasped your elbow. “Common child we need to change the bandages and put some new water on the cuts.” Beren led you away from the hall to your bedroom. You were relieved you had an excuse to go. “Then you should rest, your body needs it. I will tell Syverson it was my order to leave.” You followed suit without complaint, your body was still aching and it had been a long journey. You glanced one last time at the great hall, catching Syverson’s eyes. You bowed your head a bit and walked down the corridor with Beren. Syverson watched you go, even after you rounded a corner his gaze was fixed there still.

PART 5

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Look at this Little Spanish Song (TM) that I Sort of Wrote!

The song I used is Entre La Luz y El Pecado by James Horner from the soundtrack of For Greater Glory The title roughly translates to Between the light and the Sin.

This is the original version, with translation provided by the movies opening credits.

Entre el cielo y la tierra / Entre la luz y la oscuridad. / Entre la fey y el pecado / solo se encuentra mi corazon / esta Dios y solo mi corazon.

Between heaven and earth / Between light and dark / Between faith and sin / Lies only my heart / Lies God and only my heart

And my version:

Entre el cielo y la tierra / Entre la luz y la oscuridad. / Entre la vida y la muerte / solo se encuentra mi corazon / solo el mar y mi corazon.

Rough translation: Between heaven and earth / Between light and dark / Between life and death / Lies only my heart / Lies only the sea and my heart.

I've taken the liberty of highlighting the portions I changed. I did go on a bit of a limb for grammar as I'm not a native speaker and I never got super far with grammar in any Spanish class, but I figure I'm alright. If I'm not, please let me know so I can get help fixing it. I really was only trying to change the lines specifically about faith as the story I'm working on doesn't deal with that too much, although reference is made to the original song being changed to my version in the outline I'm currently working on. Maybe it's a lullaby, maybe it's a shanty? I don't know, I just know that whoever did the vocals on the track did an amazing job and her voice still haunts me.

This bit is for a possible Pirates of the Caribbean post canon/AU thing I'm working on outlining, so maybe stay tuned for that? IDK, we'll see. Outlining is rought rn.

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Can you write a drabble about that Henry have being dumped by Allison and now needs a rebound fuck? Thank you!

It was the fifth night in a row that Henry Pearl entered the diner and plopped himself down into a booth without as much as a sullen glance around. He knew where he was, who was working and that he was welcome to take whatever spot he liked. Lately, it had been the far booth at the back where nobody sat. He wanted to be alone yet somehow accompanied. He wanted to be acknowledged even if he pretended like it didn’t matter to him. Why else would he continue coming to the diner every single night with his broken heart hanging out of his chest?

That’s what you thought, anyway. The boy was already isolated. He needed to come out with his emotions on display for somebody to see.

“I’ll cover Henry tonight,” you said to your co-worker who was busy slacking off since only two out of three regulars were in and one was only having coffee.

“Sure.”

You slopped a wet rag you had been dragging over the same spot on the counter into the sink and sighed. Much like the nocturnal artist, you had a way of letting your emotions out for others to see. You decided that he wouldn’t have to spend another long night alone.

Hopping onto the bench opposite his in the booth, you smiled as his eyes shot up. He wasn’t expecting you to just have a seat but there you were, all smiles and warmth. Truth be told, you were getting kind of sick of seeing his pitiful expression every night. It would be better to see him smile.

“Henry,” you hooked his attention with a tone of instant concern.

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna need you to do something for me.”

“Uh, um... Well, all right. What is it?”

You paused to gaze at him and your interested eyes made him quirk his head slightly to the side. 

“I wanna see you smile tonight.”

And there it was— the first hint of a grin you had seen on his face since last week. But he recovered it quickly and forced himself to turn back into stone.

“Ah! I saw that!” You mused.

“Sorry, I just don’t much feel like smiling tonight, Miss.”

“I’m going to make you smile. I promise you that.”

“Why?” He asked.

“Because! I’m used to seeing you come in here and usually sit at the bar and you’re so nice and kind and we really miss you!”

“We?” Henry looked around.

“Well, I miss you.”

His arms began to move and you imagined he must have been shuffling his hands in his lap. “Why do you miss me? Nobody misses me.”

“I do! And that’s that,” you said.

He wanted to smile at you, he did. But he was nervous about something. You thought it could have been because you were flirting with him and his heart was still interred in thoughts of her returning. Whatever his reason for barriers, you were determined to break them down over the course of the night.

You brought him a slice of warm apple pie with an extra large scoop of vanilla ice cream dolloped right on top of it with a light sprinkling of cinnamon for flare. He blushed when you set it down in front of him and he looked up with wide eyes. 

“I didn’t order this,” he told you.

“I know, honey. It’s on the house. Rather... It’s on me.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I told you: I’m going to make you smile tonight.”

He turned back to the heaping plate of pie and watched as soft slices of apple oozed out onto the dish from beneath the golden crust. His stomach growled as the ice cream dripped down and mixed in with the sweet sauce. Apple was his favourite.

“You’re too good for me,” Henry whispered.

You gave him a small curtsy and returned to the back to get a little more cleaning done before your shift was over. If it timed out perfectly the way you thought it might, Henry would just be finishing up his pie by the time you got changed out of your work uniform and apron. You planned on joining him and convincing him to come with you.

It was easier than you thought to get him to accompany you. All you had to do was mention how creepy it was at night walking to your car and he volunteered instantly to walk with you, claiming that no lady should have to feel unsafe just getting to her vehicle.

“Do you need a ride anywhere?” You asked him.

“I was going to walk down to the lake,” he said, covering his long hands with the sleeves of his grey hoodie.

You smiled at him and he smiled back. How could somebody leave a sweet guy like him, you wondered. Henry was certainly growing on you. It was hard not to become enraptured by him. Who wouldn’t have their questions about a tall, lonesome artist that couldn’t go out into the light of day?

“Get in. I’ll take you there.”

He agreed and got into your car after you unlocked the doors. Smirking at the way he had to duck to fit in your car, you gave him a glance over and made certain he felt it.

The ride over was pretty quiet and you didn’t even turn the radio on. But when you arrived at the lip of the lake where the grass sprawled and the water nestled into a thick valley of trees, he had something to say.

“Thanks for being so kind to me. It’s good to know good people still exist.”

“Of course, Henry. I know what it’s like to lose. I also know what it’s like to go through that pain. And to have somebody be nice to you and take care of you is about the best thing anyone could ask for in that state.”

“I didn’t ask but I still really appreciate it.”

“You’re a beautiful person, Henry.”

“Th-thank you,” he flinched.

“Inside and out,” you solidified.

“So are you.”

“Do you want to... Uh, y’know?”

“What?”

“Come here,” you pulled him in by the shoulder and kissed him on his open mouth.

Of course, Henry was surprised at first but it only took a second until he was melting and your hand was sneaking its way into his lap.

“You really want to do this with me?” He asked between breaths.

“Yes, Henry. Sit back,” you reached over and pulled the small lever that would lower the back of his seat.

Henry didn’t expect the adjustment but when he realized the room it would give your hand to roam he relaxed and melted back into the seat, chewing his lip and watching your movement.

“Is this okay?” You asked against the angle of his jaw.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Kissing him deeply, you swirled your tongue around his and hummed pleasantly.

“Mm, apple pie.”

“You’re going to make a mess of me,” Henry admitted.

“That’s okay, honey. I don’t leave my messes for others to clean up. I’ll take good care of you.”

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You and Henry hadn’t known each other that long, but he already knew for a fact he was in love with you. You, didn’t exactly know this yet. Of course you had caught him looking at you from time to time, but you felt stupid even trying to associate that with attraction. It was only the night Henry had expressed to you how beautiful you were in a slew of timidness that you realized how he really felt.

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Last updated: May 4th 2021

Bill Skarsgård:

Fics:

The vendetta

Overstimulation

Listen to daddy

Suspicious minds: part one , part two

Roman Godfrey:

Fics:

Daddy’s lap

Drabbles:

Roman being Roman

Gordon Merkel:

Fics:

Remedy: part one , part two, part three, part four part five

Drabbles:

The lies will keep you safe

The coat

When in Moscow

Axel Cluney:

Fics:

Dive bar

Drabbles:

Drag racing

Car troubles

Axel ft AHA

Willard Russell:

Fics:

No Good (complete): part one , part two , part three , part four

Henry Pearl:

Drabbles:

Going down on you for the first time

Mickey:

Drabbles:

Subby!Mickey series:

Being a good boy

Punishment

The game

Winners and losers

The cookie incident

The parents

The reward

Office hours (part one)

Office hours (part two)

Soft Mickey things

A Valentine’s treat

Alexander Skarsgård:

Eric Northman:

Drabbles:

Patience

When Pam and Eric met Roman

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