#Brown Hut transport

[asteroidtroglodyte]

[what am i]

Mutant

It is 2004. Is the Geiger Counter heavy because it’s Old Tech, or because it’s a Geiger Counter? I do not ask the question aloud. My father is talking. I rotate it in my hands, examining it. He is talking about his father. The Geiger counter is a relic of my grandfather’s military service. It is older than me. It is older than my school. It is older than my father. I turn it on. A red light glows. The dial fidgets. “Are we safe?” I ask aloud, as it softly, slowly ticks. “Are we ever?” My father answers. My look of horror is met with laughter.

It is 1999. There is a photo of a mushroom cloud rising out of a deep blue ocean. It sits inconspicuously in a wooden frame near my grandfathers chair. I stare at it. I have recently learned about atomic weapons in an abstract sort of way in school. My grandmother speaks. “Your grandfather took that picture.”

It is 2002. “These are some of my favorite books.” My father believes I am old enough for his old novels. The entire John Carter of Mars. Asimov, Bradbury, Clarke. Foundation & Empire. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan.

It is 1971. My father hunts wild pigs. Dogs he has raised from puppies explicitly for this purpose rustle through the jungle ahead of him. He is like the pigs, the descendants of Europeans on tour, left behind by boats bearing death. He is armed only with a large knife and his dogs. He survives.

It is 1955. My father plays with the Geiger counter that I will hold in my hands one day. It is humid and hot inside the Quonset hut. My father points it at my grandfather. The dial dances; the machine goes tickticktick. My grandmother is sleeping, or trying to; migraines take her out for days at a time, sharp pain and vivid halos exacerbated by the tropical sun. The noise wakes her, and my grandfather takes the Geiger counter away.

It is 2009. “Weird.” Not the sort of thing you want your doctor to say. “Has your heart always done that?” I ask him to explain what he means. “Oh, it’s just, it’s… beating… funny?” He indicates some squiggles on a monitor, as if I could see the patterns as he did. “Do you mind if we run some tests?” I would be a fool to decline.

It is 1977. My father watches the stars. The sea is still. He has turned off the lights on his boat, and the nearest artificial light is over the horizon. He eats fish he caught during the day. He comes to land to get the supplies he cannot catch; tools made of metal; rope, line, medicine. He spends seven years on that boat, going from island to island. He survives.

It is 2019. My father puts dilute hydrogen peroxide in his water bottle. We dress and depart. He hike through the craggy desert highlands, rich browns and ambers of the desert varnish broken by the occasional brilliance of a tarantula hawk. The local wildlife is smart enough to seek shelter at this time of day, but we are Sons of Empire and ignore the sun, like Adam turning his back on God. We traipse over broken boulders, fighting gravity for a scenic view. He tells me about the past between breaths; this mountain was sacred, once. Those who sanctified it are dead now. The way he talks, you would think that he killed them himself. The breeze is hot and dry on the ridge top. Looking down on the valley below, he drinks deeply from the bottle. He offers me some. “Extra oxygen” he says, with the air of someone sharing valuable advice. Tentatively, I take a sip: It is slippery, and burns slightly. My 70 year old father climbs back down from the mountains with me. We pretend the desert sun does not exist.

It is 1946. The War is Over. The Good Guys have won; or so the story goes. My grandmother is newly married, and loves her husband very much. Once, she had been a daydreaming farm girl, a fan of the Wizard of Oz books; She feels like Dorothy, transported, when her husband’s work whisks them away from rural California to The Pacific. They’re working on something big, he says, but loose lips sink ships and he says nothing else.

It is 1949. The migraines are paralyzing. The doctor tells her she is pregnant, and her mind fades to static. This is the 5th time she has been told this in her life, but she has yet to give birth to a single living child. The Geiger counter ticktickticks whenever her husband is near.

It is 1950. My father is born.

Mutant

Survivor

Son of Empire

Human

[boyakishantriage]

The alien looked at the gathered army, their delegate barking orders despite not wearing a uniform, soldiers lying dead on the ground.

"So what? Oh, look at me. HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF A SOLDIER OF THE HARLEM HELLS. I'M A CIVILIAN AND I HAVE MORE BALLS. PRIVATE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STAND IN FORMATION. READY GUNS, HOLD FOR ASSAULT."

"What. Is-"

"Long story. Yemo Waqui, I'll talk to you later. Now either get behind fortifications or get inside."

"Excuse-"

"We're under attack, now either get shelled. Or get behind the forts."

Pointing at the concrete structures, the woman glares at the purple skinned alien. Who obliged, stepping away as something boomed off the horizon.

"RAISE SHIELDS!"

Electrical shielding erupted, standard weaponry as she drew her blade.

"ATTEN HUT. READY WEAPONS!"

"ATTEN HUT!"

Soldiers held their shields, a red shell erupting. Flames curling the battleground, the concrete shielding myself as the heat scorched the grounds.

"WHO'S DEAD?"

"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!"

"WHAT DO WE DO?"

"CHARGE!"

"SO?"

"CHARGE!!"

The shouts came, shields dropped as gunsmen dropped their heavy weapons onto stands. Orders and checks barked across, guns loaded onto the blackened stands as they fired into the ocean.

Up above myself, the turrets pushed up, mechanical weaponry turning heads and turrets dropping to sniper rifles as they let loose volleys. And just as quickly, ear mufflers were forced onto war canals, as the soldier next to me dropped to the floor, hands on her ears. As everything rung out, a first volley striking across the northern peninsula of Australia.

RATATA

RATATA

The guns let loose, occasionally a synchronised CRACK erupted, guns firing soon after the snipers as they fired into ships. Fifty calibres piercing titanium shieldings, and this was just a militia group. Off the horizon, tanks and trucks threw dust as they rode rapidly across the grounds as the woman barked into the radio. Two kilometres off, the alien could hear her.

"EIGHT transports. Over. A2Gs are currently scoping out the ships, nothing so far. Best we got is a sub below ground launching vessels. We can hold for ten, but beyond that, well sir in my humble opinion You'd best launch nearby squids. Over."

She turned to him, brown hair and cat fur flickering across her body as he spoke up.

"So what-"

"extremist group, couple remnants of the Imperialistic rule, hiding out below water. Hardly penetrated below there, somehow they built bases under their and so far-"

"Humans-"

"Yeah. Surprisingly, humans aren't fully united. Some people, for some reason decide to fight us. And y'know what that does?"

"..."

"Force people like us to hide it from you lot. The public knows about it, open secret. But you lot, you weren't meant to see this."

"... So why-"

"THREE MONTHS. YOU ARRIVE THREE MONTHS EARLIER THAN PLANNED."

"... But I thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong. This might surprise you, but humanity had been fighting ever since-"

"SARGENT"

"WHAT"

"Mecha."

Her face drained. Passion dropping as she barked orders.

"ALL UNITS RETREAT INSIDE, FULL RETREAT. THIS IS AN ORDER."

She grabbed a revolver, a glass container rising from the floor, mechanical doors opening atop her.

BANG

"... What-"

The soldier next to him shoved a candle into his mouth, the wax spitting out as the ship erupted with flames. A laughter echoing from the door as it closed shut. The shutters turned off, glass retracting as people rushed to reinforce the facility.

"Excuse me-"

The soldier looked at the alien.

"er. Yeah?"

"What's. It just."

"feels like everything is just happening?"

"... Yes."

"As Sarge mentioned, we're being attacked."

"But why did she shoot herself?"

"... That's classified."

"... Why?"

"You are in a military base sir, we cannot disclose all of our information."

"... So who are you fighting."

She glanced at the lizard, purple skinned and broad shouldered, eyes made for the ocean floor. She took a deep breath. And began to explain history.

[xenomorphee3]

Zu teaches Miles, Lyle, and Mansk how to cook

Another snippet from Chapter 12 of my story, A New Mission on Ao3 (My art of what Zu looks like is pinned on my page!)

The Marines even learned how to cook local Ash Na'vi food. Six nights ago, they were heating up their MRE’s for dinner and Zu stopped by their huts. She asked, “I want to try Sky People food.” So they let Zu try their “roast beef and mash potatoes” MRE. It was of course none of those things. It was a fake flavored concoction of protein and carbohydrate paste. Chunks for texture. She grabbed some of the heated MRE in her hands and took a small bite. She chewed slowly, trying to find a positive in it, but the Marines grinned at her expression and knew full well it was nothing compared to the cuisine that these people ate regularly. If that welcome dinner was any indication. Zu struggled to swallow the food and the three Marines laughed. Zu asked with mild disgust, “Is that what Sky People eat??”

Miles replied, “No, these are just MRE’s.” Zu had a questioning look on her face. Miles clarified, “Meals ready to eat. They’re easy to transport, fast and simple to make, and they don’t spoil.”

Lyle said, “They’re fuel. Flavor optional.”

Mansk chimed in, “I always liked the brownie one.”

Lyle and Miles chuckled at him. Zu replied with, “Well we have foods like that and they don't taste bad.”

The Marines shrugged. Zu said, “I will be back.” The Marines waited about fifteen minutes chatting amongst themselves around the fire, wondering what Zu would be back with. She returned with a large basket on her back. She plopped it down in front of the Marines who stood up. She crouched down to pull out a flat wooden board, and a concave, dense, smooth flat rock with a handle. It was a Na’vi frying pan. She reached over to place the pan on some rocks right next to their hearth’s fire.

She then removed a mortar and pestle and placed it on the ground, then took out and also placed on the ground five large, hard vegetable or fruit-like objects, then she took a two-handed pile of those black legume-like things that were at the base of the orchard trees which Lyle and Mansk saw the other day, and she placed these in the mortar and pestle. She then pulled out a jar of dried ground herbs and a container with a liquid in it. Lastly, she pulled out a large bowl, a wooden spoon, and three wooden plates.

She looked up at the Marines who were standing over her inquisitively. Miles had his hand on his hip, Lyle had his arms crossed, and Mansk had his hands in his pockets. All three were flicking their tails with curiosity. She silently gestured at them to join her down at her level and they obliged. She handed the mortar and pestle to Mansk. He looked at Miles and Lyle with surprise and confusion.

Miles said, “Well get to work, Marine.” Mansk ticked his eyebrows up then down, and began pulverizing the legumes into a black paste. Zu then handed the container with the liquid in it to Lyle and gestured to the pan.

“Put this in the pan?” Lyle asked after swooshing the liquid in the bottle. Zu nodded silently. “Okey dokey.” Lyle said. He got up and poured some of the liquid in the pan. It was an oil.

Lastly, she handed the wooden board, clearly a cutting board, to Miles and gave him one of the vegetables. She then went from crouching to sitting back, legs crossed, and her orange eyes stared into his and she smiled.

“Oh I get the hard task, huh?” Miles said, playfully.

She grinned, her huge pearly fangs reflecting the fire.

“Hard? I know you know how to use a knife, My-ulls.” she replied, matter of factly.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, and grabbed the knife from the back of his utility belt and began to chop the strange-looking vegetable. It had a firm, gnarly brown skin with yellow spots and a purple flesh. It was easy enough to cut with his blade.

He asked her, “Is this good?” after having diced the fruit into medium-sized pieces. She smiled and nodded, then handed him another one. He put the diced veggies into the bowl. Mansk got all of the legumes made into a fine paste.

After the Marines were done with their tasks, she took the bowl of diced vegetables that Miles chopped up and dumped them into the hot pan. It started to immediately sizzle.

Lyle said, “Ohh yeah.” And Mansk was grinning. She took the mortar and pestle from Mansk and used the pestle to dump the paste in the pan. Finally, she took the herbs and took a few pinches of it in her three fingers and sprinkled it throughout the sizzling food. Every move she made was methodical and deliberate and she made sure the Marines were watching how it was done. She took the wooden spoon and stirred the food. The smell was amazing. The Marines were salivating. Forget their MRE’s. After about six minutes of sauteeing the food she pulled the pan from the fire. Miles anticipated the next move and quickly went to grab the plates. She smiled at him for this. He handed plates to Mansk and Lyle whose eyes were fixed on the pan of food. They squatted down to her and she served each of the Marines, Miles last. They each grabbed the hot food with their fingers, ignoring the discomfort of the temperature, and shoveled it into their mouths, savoring every bite.

“A simple, fast meal. These don’t spoil. Now you can cook.” Zu said, gesturing to the ingredients. Out of the seemingly endless basket she then pulled out a small sack of the purple-fleshed vegetables and a jar of the black legumes for them to keep. She let them keep the pan, the spoon, the oil, and the dried herbs and spices.

Since that lesson they’ve been cooking dinners each night. Some nights they were even able to incorporate meat into it, acquiring the cuts from the equivalent of the village butcher. Mansk in particular liked to experiment in cooking. Throwing in new flavors made from other fruits, veggies, and spices they got from the village.

[bronze-gamin-o]

TODAY's SHOPPING TREASURY at Saw-Gummy-Oh-No AREA March 25th, 2024

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Come 'Ere Cooler Bakery is AGAIN, a ¥100 Bread Store!!!! (at a Kamakura Bakery Store that's a 10-minute walk from Saw-Gummy-Oh-No Station)

¥80 [$0.53] -- Pizza w/ Green Soy Beans & Cheese & Bacon [20% OFF from normal ¥100 price]

¥100 [$0.66] -- Animal Paw

¥180 [$1.19] -- Total w/o 8% Sales Tax

¥194 [$1.28] -- Total w/ 8% Sales Tax

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A Tour Guide to Comma-Cooler Bakery--that Really Will Take You There

Pass the North Exit of Sagami-Ōno Station--that's more positioned West than North. Walk to the right after you pass the ticket gate, go walk straight, diagonal to the square-plaza-sort-of-thing, go down one of the two escalators that head to the old shopping arcade. Walk past the old shopping arcade--ignore the McDonalds to the left ONLY THIS TIME--until you're under an overpass-sort-of-thing, see the big road and walk left along that road, until you come to a scramble crossing where people are waiting for the traffic lights to go green for the walking people. There should be "welcia" Drug Store [Blue Sign], and AEON BIKE Store[Yellowish Sign]--in view. Pass the scramble crossing to reach WELCIA DRUG STORE, go walk left INTO the small boardwalk that leads to a group of apartments, but stop right there, do NOT enter that apartment area, look right, and Come 'Ere Cooler Bay-Curry is just next to the WELCIA DRUG STORE. Comma Cooler Bay-Curry is a Bread Store with a Brown-Gray Sign, up top.

Kamakura Bakery [Come 'Ere Cooler Bay-Curry]

OPEN: 9AM to 7PM CLOSED: New Year's( No Longer Closed Tuesdays) TEL: 042-702-9654 POSTAL CODE: 252-0303 ADDRESS( in Japanese): Conner-Got-Wha'-Can, Saga-mi-Hut-Raw-She, Me-Not-Me-Qoo, Saga-mi-Oh-No Yo! Own-ChoMay Go-No-Eeechee ADDRESS( in English): 4 Chome-5-1 Sagamiono, Minami Ward, Sagamihara, Kanagawa PAYMENT: cash; credit card( MasterCard, VISA, DC, Nicos, etc.); transportation IC card( PASMO, Suica); R Edy, iD, nanaco, WAON; etc. PARKING LOT: 30min free w/ ¥1000 purchase, 1hr free w/ ¥1500 purchase, 2hrs free w/ ¥2500 purchase

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[holidayhunteraust]

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[wuekka]

I had a random dream about a red haired guy doing homework in a small hut (stable?) with spiders and rain and wind going through it...Then it turned out the guy was forced to live there by his family but when authorities found out, he got a place as a super rich guy's children's tutor. Red hair main character was so allergic to bananas he hurt to touch them. World was like ancient China, so little kids talking their new tutor to sneak-eat a piece of ham (aka expensive food for children) was a big deal.

Then I can't remember what happened, but it ended up with a rich guy accidentally on top of the tutor, which lead to them kissing, which, made little animal ears to appear on them, and them to transport into a different plane. Turns out rich guy is a wolf-yokai, tutor is without his knowledge a fox-yokai, and wolf-yokai decided/is now sure fox is his destinied one to marry. Fox is pissed about being so worried about a piece of ham when this bombshell of news was in there.

Wolf explains the layout of the underworld, which is shaped like an S, different yokai/animal-spirits live in their own realm and Heaven is too kind on murderers. It wasn't just Heaven/Hell, but I can't remember any more detail, there was at least 3 big ones separated by different planes, and then those 3 were segmented into smaller districts. Wolf takes Fox to the realm with other fox-spirits, and he's very moved by the gesture since he has never seen people with his hair-colour (that made him an oddity among people), at this point of the dream, his hair has changed to brown-blond, some other foxes hair shined in powerful gold.

[with-my-murder-flute]

*bounce* OKAY OKAY I HAVE THEORIES THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

and sorry I will probably destroy your beautiful caanan house dreams

This bit!!! In Nona!!! (John 19:18)

IN THE DREAM the waters kept rising. They started making a hut at the top of the hill. Bodies were bobbing up and down in the water. He was scared of that—he was always scared of the water—and he made the waters go away for a while, and he raised up some parts of the earth that had been covered by sea. She watched them explode upward, shedding tonnes of water back into the soup. She asked him if it was hard; he said the hardest thing was remembering that he could do it, and not just doing things the old difficult way. On the new plank of land, all cut up from the water and the damage, there was a broken concrete building guarded by enormous shards of cracked bone. Like an egg that had been smashed from above. They wandered through the fields, slipping in icy brown mud, but they didn’t go anywhere near the building.

The "rectangular heads" sound to me like ordinary 21st century prefab industrial real estate. My assumption is that the bottom of the structure is the lab that looks like a freezing works in the Wairarapa, outside Greytown, New Zealand.

The Wairarapa has some truly breathtaking scenery:

Those are the Putangirua Pinnacles, near the coast, while Greytown is 40km inland from there, nearly at the foot of some mountains. I don't think Jod transported Canaan House out to the coast; I mostly suspect he'd put the "flood" back in "floodplain" above Lake Wairarapa, then small-business-entrepreneured himself his own oceanfront property.

And now...

Let me ruin Canaan House for you

I think: It's a dead, franken, zombie shopping mall

constructed from the salvaged bits of of even deader franken zombie shopping malls

(This is hugely inspired by growing up very near West Edmonton Mall, which is already the answer to "What if some small-time megalomaniacs decided to make the world's schmaltziest tribute to hypercapitalism and ancient Rome?")

(West Edmonton Mall's Phase 3 food court. I once went Christmas shopping with a friend who'd taken more Classics than I have, and she was 75% sure that statue is genuinely ancient.)

But I've mostly tried to pull up reference pics of New Zealand malls, and bits from Gideon the Ninth that give me that vibe.

It lapped back in terraces of what must have once been fabulous gardens. [...] The docking bay must have also been elegant in its era, a huge landing swath that could have held a hundred ships at a time (Chap 7)

(2001: Queensgate Mall, Wellington)

A VAST ATRIUM—a cavern of a room (Chap 8)

(2006: Botany Town Centre, Pakuranga)

through the glorious wreck of the smeared and vaulted ceiling light streamed down in such quantities it made Gideon halfway blind again. (Chap 8)

(2018: North City Mall, Porirua)

enormous twin staircases jutted up to the floor above, spread with narrow, moth-eaten rugs (Chap 8)

(circa 2019: Westfield Riccarton Centre, Christchurch)

Unsee it now. I dare you.

Canaan house/ tower theory

Okay I’m doing a Gideon audiobook listen, and just got to chapter 29 - when Harrow and Palamedes are discussing the possibility of a megatheorem.

Harrow dismisses the idea and focuses instead on how all the trails/ experiments requires a continuous source of thanergy that is hidden somewhere in Canaan house.

They call it her ‘secret door theory’ as she believes that they only have access to 30% of the tower, including the facility.

Makes me keep thinking about how Tamzyn recently said something like ‘we haven’t seen everything at Canaan house and we will return in Alecto.’

What also stood out to me is later when Harrow reveals to Gideon what is actually in the locked tomb, she says, ‘the water is salt and it’s deeps and it moves with a tide it shouldn’t have.’

I have no real theory (so that was a lie) but I need brighter minds to figure it out.

Is the locked tomb really on the First? Was Alecto the battery powering the house? Was it the souls of all of those that John didn’t resurrect that he killed on Earth powering it?

Is Canaan house actually the top half of the Tower in the river?

[maxiadventures]

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[marcellus-nile-born]

Let’s talk about past lives!

It has a lot to do with reincarnation, and the Wikipedia definition for that is:

“Reincarnation, also known as rebirth or transmigration, is the philosophical or religious concept that the non-physical essence of a living being begins a new life in a different physical form or body after biological death.[1][2] Resurrection is a similar process hypothesized by some religions, in which a soul comes back to life in the same body. In most beliefs involving reincarnation, the soul is seen as immortal and the only thing that becomes perishable is the body. Upon death, the soul becomes transmigrated into a new infant (or animal) to live again. The term transmigration means passing of soul from one body to another after death.”

With that being said I subscribe to a belief that we are put here and reincarnated until we learn the lessons we are meant to. We sign a soul contract when we enter into this plane of existence. That contract holds all of the things you must learn over your lives. That is my personal beliefs though and I don’t expect everyone to follow the same beliefs.

I’ve learned I have many past lives, I’ve figured this out through visions I get (I’ll give examples) or past life regression sessions.

An example of a vision of one of my past lives is: I was at work in an automotive parts manufacturing plant. The job I was working required me to take a stack of parts and place them in industrial bins. I walked back from a bin and to my station to grab some parts. I grabbed the parts differently than I normally would.

I grabbed the parts as if they were some kind of rifle in my hands. As I did so I was walking to the bin to pack them away. Before I reached the bin everything around me went black. I wasn’t carrying parts, but I was carrying a rifle with a bayonet on the end. The area around me began to come into light as I noticed where I was.

I was on the battlefield, I was in a green (not camouflage) outfit. The air around me was thin and cold. I felt the brisk cool air on my face as the smell of gunpowder and iron filled my nose. The next thing I know there was a grenade that went off not too far from me and one of my platoon members. As my hearing was shot and vision starting to unhaze, my friend was shot in the shoulder, hip, and chest. He was bleeding out.

Everything began to the fade back to black and I was back in the automotive plant. That was wild because it was my first ever random vision of a past life.

Since that experience in roughly 2020 I have come to know 2 other people who share that same past life.

On my journey into witchcraft I’ve been able to make countless mojo bags, spells, mirror magic, ect for past life regression. I’ve only recently been able to enchant a key that I’ve had for quite some time to be able to access my past lives.

The key works like when you are meditating with the key, you will be transported to a room filled with doors. Each door is the door to your past lives. Choose a door, put the key in, and go learn about your past lives.

I’ve come to know that in my past lives I’ve been:

A Viking worrier

I remember looking around and being on a boat, shield and sword at my feet as we collectively rowed on from Scandinavia. My skin was littered with scars, but my heart was filled with honor

Native American child

My tribe stayed along the river sides, it was easy access. Me and my sister were creative and crafty alike, our parents were medicine people of the tribe. Anyone who needed healing were brought before. One day our tribe was completely ransacked, all of my people where killed by the colonizers. My sister and I were both drowned.

Medicine man/ healer

I’m not entirely sure the the time era, or region this past life was ini get a very strong Australia feeling from it, but I had brown skin like the rest of the people in my small village. I stayed in a Hut on the outskirts of the village. The surrounds were dry and desolate as me lived potentially cliff side. I remember on countless occasions mixing different slaves, herbal remedies, wet mixtures, rituals, ect. For the village people. I had a rather large almost black staff with 2 or 3 rattles made from dried bulb like fruit. I remember my body covered in white paint markings, and I would generally just wear a make shift brown/tan shreds of cloth

Soldier

I’m not entirely sure what my initial role was, but I was on the battle field near 6 or 7 people. The enemy threw a grenade, the people around me where blown back as the dirt around me was thrown violently into the air. My vision blurred and my hearing went out. When my vision focused one of my platoon members was in front of me and had sustained 3 bullet wounds. He bled out in front of me.

Those are the main past lives I remember. These have come to me in visions, past life regressions, or dreams. But every last one of them were as real as you and I. Down to feeling of the beads of sweat running down my face, or smell of brisk autumn air.

I will make a future post on what can be done for past life regression. I hope you enjoy my past life’s stories I’ve accumulated thus far!

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[isamijoo]

Can You See Me

Written for @amortentiaboys (again! lol). Betaed by @fw00shy! Also many thanks to @orange-peony & @vukovich.

Features Unspeakable!Draco in a Soulmate AU.

WC: ~2.6k.

Rating: Teen and Up

A/N: The fic takes place in another realm where they are 'souls' while their physical bodies remain in the 'real world'. Some lines are inspired by Doctor Who.

READ ON AO3

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If Auror Harry Potter had to describe his relationship with Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, seven years after the war, he would use the phrase "in limbo": neither here nor there. Frustratingly stuck somewhere between nothing and everything. Friends? Yes, but not really. Boyfriends? Maybe, but not quite. Perplexing? Absolutely.

Hermione, an Unspeakable herself, had a theory that the problem lied in their inability to communicate effectively. Harry was notoriously bad with words while Draco became quiet and subdued after the trials and induction into the Department of Mysteries.

Except when Draco was drunk.

The first time Harry and Draco kissed, they had just solved their first case together. Harry dragged Draco to a pub, and after several rounds of drinks in a booth, the alcohol loosened Draco's tongue and reduced his inhibitions. Before they knew it, they were making out right in the booth, unhidden, out in the open for anyone to see.

One week later, Harry chanced upon Draco at the Auror Office when the blond came to submit a report. Harry caught his eye and shortly afterwards, found himself slammed against the wall in a broom cupboard by a charming Unspeakable, who was crafty with a Silencing Charm.

They fell into a pattern. They kissed, bit, and groped each other. Although inappropriate, Harry loved these private moments with Draco. He often glimpsed Draco smiling dreamily between their kisses, grey eyes gazing at him with an adoration that never failed to make Harry's heart beat faster.

They never brought each other home. They never went on dates. They never addressed what they did, but not due to any lack of effort from Harry. Whenever he tried to talk about it, Draco would stare at him in trepidation and despair, as though Harry was going to curse him or strike him with a sword. Then he would use whatever Unspeakable skills he had to escape and disappear.

Did Harry find Draco infuriating as hell? Yes, very much so.

Did he also love the git to death? Utterly and completely.

So when Hermione barged into the Auror Office and hurried to his desk as though chased by lightning, screaming "Malfoy is in trouble!", what would you expect Harry to do?

~~~

Harry landed on two feet in a shallow puddle of mud.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings. He was standing in a clearing in the middle of a vast field of yellow wheat. Earthy brown mountains lined the horizon, and a strong breeze chilled him down to his bones, despite his thick Auror uniform and robes. As he looked down to inspect his boots, he realised that his glasses had vanished, but his vision was perfectly clear.

Harry brought his hands to his face, just to make sure. A finger graced his forehead and — his breath hitched — touched the smooth skin over the spot where his lightning bolt scar should have been.

The scars at the back of his left hand were gone too.

He hastily patted his chest, stomach, arms, and thighs. Aside from his eyesight and scars, his physique was unchanged. He still wore the same uniform he had on at St Mungo’s before he blacked out.

As he got his bearing, he felt the air chill and the wind blow stronger. He heard footsteps approaching and immediately grabbed his wand by his hip.

About five metres from where Harry stood, a tall wall of wheat parted and out walked Draco Malfoy, decked in his elegant navy blue Unspeakable uniform. His skin was pale and there were dark circles below his eyes, but he appeared unharmed. His usually immaculate blonde hair was slightly tousled, thanks to the breeze.

“Potter?” Draco yelled, a hand shielding his squinted eyes from the harsh wind. His dark robes billowed out around his knees “What are you doing here?”

With a grunt, Harry tucked away his wand and trudged across the muddy soil until he reached more solid ground, taking note that Draco was also moving in his direction. “Saving your arse, obviously. What the fuck were you thinking? Sending your soul to another dimension?” Harry shrieked. “Where the hell are we, anyway?”

“A place where souls transit between life and death,” Draco replied, not having to shout now that they were within arm's length. “Some people call this place Bardo.”

Anger burned in the pit of Harry’s stomach, yearning to burst. Didn’t Draco have any idea how worried he made Harry?

But his desire to scold vanished when Draco asked, “Why did the Department of Mysteries send you, an Auror? Why not another Unspeakable?”

Harry breathed heavily. The wind was picking up and he figured they should get moving, but he couldn’t move, not when Draco was gazing at him curiously. “They couldn’t locate your soul. They needed me to find you.”

Pale eyebrows rose quizzically. “Why you?”

Harry gazed into his cool grey eyes. “You know why,” he muttered. “Apparently I’m your soulmate.”

Draco’s jaw went slack; no words came out as he stared unblinkingly at Harry’s face.

“Were you planning on telling me at some point?” Harry asked softly.

“Do you have a way to get us back?” Draco enquired instead.

Harry reached inside his shirt and pulled out a silver medallion that fit nicely in his palm. At the centre of the medallion rested a small piece of jade stone, which now glowed red. Hermione had told him to wait until the stone turned green before attempting any more dimension-hopping.

With a small squeak of excitement and relief, Draco grabbed the medallion with both hands. It was still connected to a chain around Harry’s neck, so Draco stood close to the Auror as he ran his fingers over the jade stone.

“A Dimension Transporter, perfected by Granger herself. This is powered by your magic,” Draco said almost reverently. “I can feel it.”

Unable to help himself, Harry took the other wizard’s hand and held it to his chest. “I'm glad you're alright. Don't scare me like this.”

“I’m not here by choice, Potter,” Draco clarified, rolling his eyes as he slowly pulled his hand out of Harry’s grasp. “I suppose now that you’re involved, I can explain how I got here, while we wait for the Transporter to recharge.”

Suddenly a strong gust of wind blasted around them. Draco grabbed Harry’s wrist and pulled him towards the direction he came from. Harry followed Draco into the wheat field, but as soon as he stepped between the tall stalks, his surroundings changed. Gone were the yellow scenery, replaced by a vast landscape of a snowy mountain valley.

Draco appeared unperturbed by the sudden change in climate. The wind was still strong here, though, so Harry obediently followed Draco as the latter trekked up a small hill.

At the top of the hill was a small hut, in which they took shelter from the harsh elements. Inside, Draco had arranged several flat stones to masquerade as a stool and a table. On the table sat an emerald green sphere the size of a Remembrall. A small key-shaped trinket suspended inside the misty orb. Numerous narrow cracks ran around the surface of the sphere.

Harry had seen the sphere before, minus the cracks. He was the one who found the sphere a few months ago during a raid. The sphere was unimportant to the case at hand, but Harry had a suspicious feeling about it, and after blasting it with every curse-detection spell he knew, he wanted to destroy it. But Robards stopped him and sent it to the Mysterious Artifacts Division, more colloquially known as MAD.

The idea of the sphere falling into Draco’s hands and potentially harming him made Harry angry again.

“Why do you have that?” Harry’s voice trembled with barely disguised fury as he kept his eyes on the orb.

With a sigh, Draco went to a corner of the hut and kicked a large rock the size of Quaffle to Harry’s feet. “Do you have a wand?”

Nodding, Harry transfigured the rock into a proper stool, complete with a cushion. He then did the same to Draco’s stone-stool. Draco muttered his gratitude as they both settled down around the table, the sphere glowing ominously.

“The people at MAD sent this to my department last month,” Draco explained. “My senior colleagues knew right away that this sphere was previously used by Dark Wizards in the seventh century to extract a person’s soul from their body, basically leaving behind an empty shell.”

Any talk about souls — extracting, separating, severing — always reminded Harry of Horcruxes. Even when Hermione was explaining to him the plan to save Draco by sending Harry’s soul after him, Harry had been uneasy. Their real bodies — both his and Draco’s — were lying in a ward in St Mungo’s, lifeless and dependent on magic to keep them alive. “Sounds like something you should stay away from.”

Draco’s eyes flickered over Harry’s face for a second before he dropped his gaze. “It’s my job to figure out how it works. I managed to dismantle it. See these cracks?” He pointed at the lines over the sphere, careful not to touch it. “I was able to decode the spell inside it, layer by layer, until I reached the key inside. When I touched it with my magic, I blacked out and woke up here.”

“And that thing followed you here?” Harry raised an unbelieving eyebrow, but it explained why nobody mentioned finding any cursed objects around Draco’s unconscious body.

“I suppose,” Draco replied, uncertain. “Maybe it’s pissed at me for taking it apart, and wants to make sure no one in the physical world can use it to rescue me.”

Harry leaped to his feet and pointed his wand at the sphere. “Reducto! Evanesco!”

The sphere exploded into a hundred pieces before vanishing into thin air.

“There," Harry said contently, dropping back onto the stool. "I should have done that as soon as I found it.”

“Good job, Potter,” Draco said sarcastically, grimacing. “Please remember next time you destroy my projects, that I’m the one who has to write the paperwork.”

“It could have killed you!” Harry protested.

Draco shrugged flippantly and rested his elbows on the now-empty table, purposely avoiding looking at Harry.

A few minutes passed where no one spoke. The wind outside grew more violent, transforming into a full-on blizzard.

Harry glanced at the red glow of the medallion around his neck and pulled his stool closer to the other man. "Draco, we need to talk."

Draco's nimble fingers tapped the surface of the stone absentmindedly. "If you say so. It's not like I can go anywhere."

Now being given the chance to address their relationship, Harry didn't know where to start. So he started with the most recent development. "Did you know we're soulmates?"

"Yes. I'm a member of the Soul Squad. We study anything related to the human soul. The Soulmate Detection spell is a simple spell, created by the Unspeakables themselves.” Draco paused before adding. “Of course, I've tried it on myself."

"When did you find out?" was the next question, loaded.

Draco studied Harry's face silently for a few seconds before answering, "After our kiss at the pub." He tucked strands of blond hair behind his ears and cleared his throat. "I was just curious. There is no benefit in knowing your soulmate, after all. It's old magic; interesting to study, but practically, it isn't useful."

"Now, hang on." Harry's own throat constricted. "Not useful? Your colleagues spent 48 hours going round in circles, no idea how to find you, until one of them suggested the soulmate route. They taught me a spell to make me aware of the soulmate connection, and then I could locate you easily." He gestured at the medallion around his neck, pointedly ignoring the green glow of the jade. "I only needed one jump."

Draco gazed forlornly at the device resting against Harry's chest. "Well, it's not typical to find oneself in a limbo world and needing to be rescued, is it?”

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What would that change, Potter?" Draco snapped as his hands started gesturing wildly. "I know how your childhood and teenage years were influenced by a madman's response to a prophecy that was out of your control. Isn't this similar? An ancient, poorly understood magical force dictates who is compatible with your magic and soul. It's not even comprehensive! It doesn't take into account your emotions, your minds, or your physical compatibility. Why do you think the Department of Mysteries never shared this knowledge with the public? It's useless and even harmful in some instances. It gives false hope and robs people of their agency. Not all soulmates end up getting along. They can even be enemies."

Harry tasted bitterness in his mouth. "We're not enemies."

Draco rubbed his forehead exasperatedly. "Then what are we?"

"That's exactly what we should talk about."

Draco's lips twisted in displeasure as he glared at the table, arms firmly crossed over his chest. "I know what you want, but it's not going to work. You'll get sick of me very quickly. You hate when people keep secrets from you. My whole career is a secret."

"Sure, you can't talk about your job. But you're more than that."

"If I'm not an Unspeakable, what am I?" Draco demanded, the unspoken implication hung in the air.

"Draco, you're not defined by your job. You're brilliant and intelligent. I like you for you." There, Harry had said it. He could not backtrack now. “Hermione and Ron can make it work. They even have a baby together.”

"Weasley and Granger survived a war together."

"Didn't we survive a war too?" Harry quipped, earning a frustrated growl from the other wizard. "Draco, please look at me."

After an excruciating wait, Draco turned on his stool until his body faced Harry, though his arms remained crossed. He lifted his chin and locked eyes with Harry, flinching when the Auror tenderly touched his jaw but neither broke eye contact.

"You can't see me, can you?" Harry murmured bleakly. "No, you refuse to. You always work hard for people to acknowledge your work and that's fine but I'm also right here. I'm right in front of you and I'm in love with you. But you don't want to see that. You don't see me. Have you any idea what that's like?"

Draco’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. "I see you, but... Potter, if I do this with you but we don't work out," he whispered, "I won't be able to handle it. I'm not… strong enough."

Harry felt an invisible weight lift off his shoulders while another, newer and more hopeful, sensation settled in his stomach. "Then let's make sure we make this work," he said resolutely. "It takes effort from both of us. We have to try."

Draco closed his eyes, another protest ready on the tip of his tongue, but he pressed his lips shut together, visibly holding himself back. He was already making an effort.

When he opened his eyes again, he reached out and cupped Harry's cheeks. Draco turned Harry's head from side to side, studying the latter's face. "You're pretty handsome without those ugly glasses."

Harry chuckled. Draco smiled before they both leaned forward and their mouths met in a chaste kiss.

"Thank you," Draco said after they separated, "for coming for me."

After a few more kisses, Harry decided he had held Draco hostage long enough. Harry lengthened the chain around his neck so that it could loop around Draco's neck as well as his own. With Draco's help, he rotated the jade stone a few times before pressing it firmly.

~~~

If Harry had to describe his relationship with Draco Malfoy, five years after they exited the realm of limbo, he would fiddle with the silver wedding band on his left ring finger and grin happily, no words necessary.

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beneath the moon. (sokka x f!reader) pt4

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“What have you been up to today?” She had questioned. (Y/N) smiled.

“I hung out with Katara and Aang again.”

“Seems like you’ve been doing that a lot lately.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“They’re nice people. I enjoy their company.” She slid past Yue and entered her bedroom, shutting the door in her older sister’s face. Yue blinked at the hard wood.

“You don’t enjoy anyone’s company!”

(Y/N) and Katara had devised a plan. After (Y/N’s) healing lessons and after Katara’s waterbending lessons, they would meet in the mountains in the outskirts of the city. There, Katara would teach (Y/N) the waterbending moves that she had been so desperately trying to learn. It was a risky ordeal for both girls, but Master Pakku had told Katara himself that she was fit to be a waterbending master. It wasn’t like they were going to take her bending away. 

(Y/N) knew one basic waterbending move: lifting water. It was necessary for transporting water to people who needed to be healed. Katara assured her that with that move, she had already learned the base of all other waterbending moves. 

They utilized the snow as the source of their water. It took her a bit to learn the moves that Katara was teaching her, but after practicing each day, Katara assured her that she was becoming an intermediate waterbender. Even Aang stopped by their lessons occasionally to give (Y/N) pointers. 

When she was waterbending, really waterbending, (Y/N) felt like she was doing what she was meant to do. The water moved with her, not because of her. When she was waterbending, it felt like everything inside of her was harmonious. 

(Y/N) usually spent hours with Katara and Aang on the mountain. When she returned to the palace for dinner, her parents paid her no mind, but she knew Yue realized something was afoot. She cornered (Y/N) outside of her bedroom, one immaculate eyebrow raised. 

“What have you been up to today?” She had questioned. (Y/N) smiled. 

“I hung out with Katara and Aang again.” 

“Seems like you’ve been doing that a lot lately.” (Y/N) shrugged. 

“They’re nice people. I enjoy their company.” She slid past Yue and entered her bedroom, shutting the door in her older sister’s face. Yue blinked at the hard wood. 

“You don’t enjoy anyone’s company!” (Y/N) laughed to herself. She desperately wanted to tell Yue just how happy waterbending made her, but she was scared. Yue was the kind of person who dedicated her life to their tribe and held their customs close to her heart. (Y/N) didn’t want to think about Yue potentially rejecting her happiness, or worse, sharing the information with her parents. So, as much as it pained her, she kept Yue in the dark about this certain aspect of her life. When the time was right, she would tell her. 

The next time she trained with Katara and Aang, the sun was high in the sky, shining brightly on the snow-capped mountain tops. (Y/N) spun around on her feet, gathering all the water she could and forming a wave. She propelled it toward Aang, who froze and broke the wave, sending shards of ice back at her. (Y/N) was able to return to water back to its liquid form, the shards turning into droplets as they fell from the sky. 

She turned to Katara, who smiled brightly at her. “You did it!” 

“Only took about a week of practice,” (Y/N) laughed. 

“You’re becoming a great waterbender,” Aang assured her. “You’ll be a master in no time as long as you keep practicing.” (Y/N) smiled sadly at her friend. She knew that once they left, she would be lucky to get a moment to herself to practice. The servants had been suspicious of her whereabouts for a long time, and would undoubtably be attached to her hip once everything returned to normal. 

“Can we go again?” (Y/N) asked. “I think I can make it even bigger this time.” Her friends obliged and (Y/N) spun her arms around, creating a wave that towered over all three of them. She laughed excitedly as it swayed with her movements. 

When she looked to her friends, she saw Sokka standing behind them. She immediately dropped her wave and stared at him. Would he tell on her?

“I, uh, wanted to know if you’d hang out with Yue and I for a bit?” He asked. (Y/N) furrowed her brows in confusion. “We’re supposed to hang out today and she hasn’t been comfortable with it since she’s engaged. I figured if you’re there...” 

(Y/N) looked to her friends and nodded. “Okay.” She bid Katara and Aang goodbye before starting her walk down the mountain with Sokka. 

They were both silent for a bit before Sokka started speaking. “You’re a pretty good waterbender,” He told her. She could feel his eyes on her face but refused to look at him. 

“Don’t mention it to Yue,” She said, but it came across like an order. Sometimes, she couldn’t control the bluntness of her voice. “I’d rather she didn’t know I was waterbending.” 

“Do you think she wouldn’t like it?” (Y/N) shrugged. 

“I think Yue’s loyalty will always be to our tribe first, so I don’t really know how she’ll react.” 

“I agree with you there,” Sokka sighed. “I’ve heard that she’s only engaged because it’s what she’s supposed to do.” 

“Trust me, she and I have talked a lot about this. I don’t think she should’ve accepted Hahn’s proposal at all. She didn’t even ask me about it. Probably because she knew I’d be mad.” 

“You don’t like him?” (Y/N) shook her head. 

“I hate Hahn. He’s been nothing but mean to me since we were children. When he told me that Yue had accepted his proposal, he asked if he would be chief one day, like that’s all that mattered.” 

“Honestly, that makes me feel a little better.” 

“Why?” 

“Knowing that you don’t like him, I mean.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. 

“Yeah, well, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about you, either. So don’t get your hopes up.” They were approaching Yue before Sokka could respond. Her smile widened as she saw the two of them. 

“What are you doing here?” Yue asked. She hugged her sister tightly and went to hug Sokka, but stopped herself. (Y/N) rolled her eyes as they both blushed. 

“I’m your chaperone for the day.” 

“I figured it would make you more comfortable if (Y/N) was here with us.” 

“That’s so sweet of you, Sokka,” Yue cooed. 

They walked along the bridges and canals, (Y/N) lingering behind as she let Yue and Sokka talk amongst themselves. It made her happy knowing that Yue had found someone that could make her laugh nearly as hard as she could, even if she herself didn’t know him that well. (Y/N) had learned to choose her friends carefully and only did so after she felt that she truly knew who they were. She had spent much more time talking to Aang and Katara than she had with Sokka. And while she loved Yue, considering that she was marrying Hahn, (Y/N) worried that perhaps she wasn’t the best judge of character. 

(Y/N) hopped onto the railings of the bridge they walked along, holding her arms out for balance. Looking to her side, she could see their palace glittering from the side of the mountain. 

Sokka must have noticed her doing this, because he and Yue stopped to watch her walk. “I can’t believe you guys live in a place like that.” 

“Do you not have palaces back home?” Yue asked. Sokka shook his head. 

“Where I’m from it’s all huts and igloos on a big chunk of ice. Nothing special there.” Yue laughed, placing her hand on Sokka’s arm. (Y/N) diverted her eyes away and quickly walked down to the other side of the railing so they could talk somewhat privately. 

She could see the solemn expression on both of their faces. This was something that she wouldn’t accept for herself. She loved and admired her sister’s dedication to their tribe, but (Y/N) couldn’t imagine putting her own happiness on hold for others. 

“I know what you need,” Sokka said. “You both need to meet my good friend Appa!” He took Yue’s hand and walked past (Y/N). “Come on, grumpy pants,” He called to her, a playful smile on his face as he led the way to the stables. 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but let a smile crack at her lips. She jogged to catch up with them, putting Sokka in between the two sisters. Yue had taken her hand back from Sokka and placed it within her sleeves. 

They approached the stables and for the first time, (Y/N) saw the air bison they had flown in on up-close and personal. It was huge, towering over her as it lazily ate hay. Its white fur looked as fluffy as a cloud. Its big brown eyes stared curiously at the group as they approached. 

(Y/N) couldn’t keep her mouth closed even if she tried. She had never seen anything so amazing in all of her fifteen years of life. She turned back to Yue, the smile on her face the biggest Sokka had ever seen from the normally-serious princess. 

“Appa and I go way back, don’t we boy?” He turned back to give the girls a smile and was immediately knocked over by Appa’s large tongue. The bison licked Sokka affectionately as the boy wriggled around on the ground. The sisters laughed as he broke free. 

“Looks like you haven’t been giving him much attention,” Yue called to Sokka. He huffed as he stood, wiping the slobber off of himself. 

“Would you ladies like to go for a ride?” 

(Y/N) nodded excitedly, but Yue seemed less keen on the idea. (Y/N) grabbed her sister by the hand and slowly approached Appa, holding out her palm so that he could sniff it. He pressed his large nose into her hand and (Y/N) squealed at the feeling. 

“Nice to meet you, Appa,” She said. She couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. “I’m (Y/N) and this is my sister, Yue.” Yue sheepishly pet Appa. He huffed in their faces, blowing their hair back. 

Sokka helped both of them onto Appa’s saddle. Yue sat at his side, her arms wrapped around his as they soared into the air. (Y/N) sat toward the back of the saddle, watching as the only place she had ever known receded into nothingness. 

“This is amazing!” She called to them, her voice carried away by the wind. Sokka and Yue both looked back at her. A soft smile painted Yue’s lips. 

“I think this is the happiest I’ve seen her since I’ve been here,” Sokka whispered in Yue’s ear. The elder sister sighed. 

“I think so too.” 

The large smile on (Y/N’s) face slowly fell as she watched the snow fall around them. Only it wasn’t the soft, fluffy white particles she had grown to love. They were dark gray and black, landing in her hair and dissipating into ash if she touched it. 

“Oh, no,” Sokka breathed, his expression turning into one of grave sadness. 

“What?” (Y/N) demanded. He didn’t answer as he turned Appa toward the snowy mountains on the outskirts of the city. They landed and hopped down from his saddle. “Sokka, tell us what’s going on!” 

“It’s soot,” He said as he picked up the black, mushy mixture with his glove. “I’ve seen it before my tribe was attacked.” 

“But what does it mean?” Yue asked. Sokka looked down at the ground. 

“Who attacked your tribe?” (Y/N) asked, but inside she already knew the answer. 

“The Fire Nation,” he replied. “And from the looks of this stuff, there’s a lot of them.” 

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The inside of the palace was loud as the warriors and waterbenders discussed the impending battle. (Y/N) sat at Yue’s side, their hands interlocked as she stared straight ahead. It had seemed like in an instant, all of her worst fears had become a reality. Her tribe had done a great job at keeping the Fire Nation away during the war, but it seemed like their era of peace was coming to an end. 

The beat of drums signaled her father’s arrival. He took his place at the front of the crowd and immediately it was silenced. “The day we have feared for so long has arrived. The Fire Nation is on our doorstep. It is with great sadness I call my family here before me, knowing well that some of these faces are about to vanish from our tribe, but they will never vanish from our hearts.” (Y/N) looked out at the crowd, at the faces she had known her entire life. “Now,” her father continued, “As we approach the battle for our existence, I call upon the great spirits. Spirit of the Ocean! Spirit of the Moon! Be with us! I'm going to need volunteers for a dangerous mission.”

“Count me in!” Sokka exclaimed, rising from his seat. (Y/N) looked to Yue, who was fighting back tears. Just moments before they had entered the palace, she had called off whatever relationship she had with Sokka. (Y/N) could see that it had broken her heart, and her heart was breaking even more at the prospect of Sokka never returning from this battle. 

As her father finished Marking the men that were willing to give their lives for battle, Yue retreated further into the palace. (Y/N) didn’t follow her. She understood that Yue needed a moment alone. Instead, (Y/N) followed her father and Aang outside, where they watched as the Fire Nation ships approached. 

“It’s so quiet,” (Y/N) said, her own voice sounding much smaller. It was like all of the happiness of their tribe had been sucked out of the air. 

“The stillness of battle is always unsettling,” Her father agreed. She looked up at him. Her father was a brave man, who gave his heart and soul to his tribe. Yue had obviously taken after him. While (Y/N) didn’t always agree with him, she could acknowledge that he was a man worth admiring. 

“I wasn’t there when the Fire Nation attacked my people,” Aang said. Katara had joined them, taking her place at Aang’s side. “I’m going to make a difference this time.” 

The Chief turned to his daughter and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You should go to the healing tent with the other women.” (Y/N) frowned and shook her head. 

“No, I’m going to stay here and fight.” 

“You can’t possibly-” 

“I know how to waterbend.” Her father looked back at Katara with a disappointed expression in his eyes. “It’s not her fault,” (Y/N) said, redirecting his attention. “I ordered her to,” She lied. She would rather take the fall for Katara than risk fraying the group’s relationship with the Northern Water Tribe. 

“It’s too dangerous for you to fight, (Y/N), you’re just a child.” 

“If you taught the women how to fight like you taught the men, we’d have hundreds more soldiers and would stand a much better chance against the Fire Nation.” She stared directly into her father’s eyes to let him know that she was not backing down. “If we lose this battle, what will happen to the women and children? You and the elders have set us up for capture. I refuse to go down without a fight.” 

As if punctuating her words, the first fireball collided with the city walls. Its force sent (Y/N) and everyone else flying back into mounds of snow. She groaned as she lay on the ground, watching as Aang took flight on Appa to attack the ships. 

Yue ran down from the city and to (Y/N), grasping her sister’s hand to pull her up. “Are you alright?” Yue asked, her eyes searching her for any injuries. (Y/N) nodded, her eyes widening as another fireball approached them. 

“Look out!” She called out, wrapping her arms around Yue and throwing them both to the ground. It shook with the impact. They both lifted their heads to see a hole in the tower of the citadel. 

“Our home...” Yue said quietly. (Y/N) helped her to her feet and rushed over to Katara. The warriors had disappeared from the city, the elderly, women, and children had gone to seek shelter in the palace. The three girls watched silently as Aang destroyed fireballs and ships in the horizon. 

“When the Fire Nation raided your village, was it like this?” (Y/N) asked Katara. The girl shook her head. 

“This is worse.” 

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[mercurygray]

hi, it’s connie anon again! could you do ‘things you said when you were scared’ for connie and anyone? i’m leaving home tomorrow and i’m a lil bit terrified!!

Friend!! I hope your move went well the other day. Lillian Schwartz is one of the replacements, who we should be meeting soon in TDS. I think you know everyone else.

They were leaving for Holland, and there was a hold-up.

"Schwartz! Has anyone seen Schwartz?" Doris asked, trying to hustle her squad onto the troop transport with all of their newly issued gear. "Connie, can you -"

Connie nodded, leaving her bag and ducking back through the crowd to check the latrines, the mess, the PX, the barracks. Come on, girl, you'll make us late, she thought to herself, annoyance building. Army hasn't got time to wait for you to curl your hair.

She was just ducking out of the barracks again when she found someone - a dark-haired miss of twenty, all packed and ready to go, sitting on the side of the hut where they took their smoking breaks like someone's forgotten doll, slumped under her equipment.

Schwartz, Connie reminded herself, though she couldn't remember a first name, there were fifty new guys and gals and the faces all sort of ran together sometimes. This is Schwartz.

"Schwartz! Transport leaves in ten. Grab your gear." But the girl didn't move. Deep breath. "What's the matter?" she asked, running through possibilities - your boyfriend left, your period started, your mother died.

"I can't do this."

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, we don't have time for this. She could hear Doris's voice in her head like a bell. But she wasn't Sergeant Russo, trying to whip everyone into line. She was Corporal Schmidt - and she'd make time. "What are you talking about?"

The girl looked up at Connie like a little lost calf. "It's just that ...we're all jumping tomorrow and none of you are...scared."

Connie would have laughed if she didn't think she'd cry, too. Who told you we weren't scared? she wanted to say. We're all scared. Hell, we may be more scared than you are, now that we've done this once. We know what it looks like - what it does, what it takes.

Scared! What a word. She thought she knew what scared was - sweaty palms on your dress at the bus depot, waiting for the Grayhound to Des Moines, wondering if you'd made the right decision, your dad waiting in the dim morning in his chore coat and overalls with your mother, ready to go back to the milking after the bus pulled away like nothing had changed.

Standing there in the station, the enormity of what she was about to do had begun breaking on her like a summer thunderstorm - that she might be gone, might be forgotten, the memory of who she'd been plowed into the earth with the rest of the cover crop. This might be the last time I hug my folks. Might be the last time they see me. And as they crossed the cornfields, a hundred other things to be scared of began appearing in rolling sequence like telephone poles along the road- scared that she'd never come back, scared that she'd be terrible in the army, scared that she'd forgotten something, or that she'd brought too much, or all of them at once, scared that once she got to Iowa she'd be alone again.

The bus had left its passengers off in a large transport depot, scarecrow families wandering away to look for connecting buses or find familiar faces outside the doors, and Connie looked around for a sign, for a man in uniform, for anything that might be the next step in the journey. A tall girl with soft brown hair and a suitcase that looked even more old and battered than Connie's did came over, her traveling suit clearly made-over more than once.

"Are you going to Fort Des Moines, too? For the WACs?"

She pronounced every syllable of Des Moines like she wasn't from around here, which you would have noticed from her accent, which was some flavor of Southern. But she was being friendly, and Connie nodded, afraid to trust her words, afraid if she started talking she'd also start crying, too. The girl moved a little closer, pitching her voice softer, sharing a secret. "Are you scared, too? We should stick together."

"That's why we stick together," Connie heard herself saying aloud to Schwartz, forming the words the same way she'd heard them from Irene's mouth on that Iowa bus depot, and felt a little taller, a little older, a little wiser. "So we can remember not to be."

[fatefulfaerie]

Courage: A Hylia’s Day Carol

Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you are having a wonderful time, even if you don’t celebrate any of the winter holidays. I know sometimes this time of year can be hard and a lot of you may be feeling lonely, but things can always get better, I promise. I love you all and I am always here for you!!

There echoes a legend around these parts, betwixt these trees and within these dark woods. Yet it wasn’t one of those legends of heroes, stories meant to inspire courage into youths of this village distant from any kingdom.

It was meant to breed cowardice, warn children of the dangers that may befall them should their curiosity lead them into the dark woods.

There was said to be a dark cabin, enshrouded in the shadows of the trees whether it was day or night. No one had ever seen someone living there, but yet feared what sort of person would keep to themselves in such a sinister manner. Often referred to as the “Prince of the Shadows” or the “Harbinger of Demise”, the stories often told of the resident murdering stray children and decorating the cabin with their remains or robbing people blind and leaving them with nothing. 

There were some who figured that a lonely man lived there, and some who even claimed to have seen what he looked like. Yet most stayed away, out of pure fear of what they figured he must have been, an animal on the prowl, a Venus flytrap disguised as a homely cabin.

But those were stories only echoed by the nearby village. Travellers heard no such warnings, nor were influenced by such fear.

In fact, a little boy ran to the dark cabin as soon as he saw it, thinking it his salvation from a dark, unwelcome forest.

He knocked on the door and specks of dirt fell from it, as if it hadn’t been opened in a very long time. The innocent boy, however thought nothing of the anomaly as crows cawed above him.

“Hello?” The boy asked. “Is anyone there? My name is Timm.”

“Go away, boy,” a gruff and deep voice said. “You know the tales. I’ll eat you alive. Go before I get too hungry.”

“But I can’t go,” the boy replied. “I can’t find my parents. We were travelling through these woods and the next thing I know, I’ve lost track of them. I’m real scared of these woods.”

The door opened so quickly that the boy staggered backwards. His heart pounded as he looked up at a man, features shrouded in a brown cloak.

“Good,” was all the figure said before slamming the door in the little boy’s face, who was only slightly taken aback. Timm bowed his head as he thought of what to do next, fear running so rampant in his heart he wished he could make it stop. He looked at the dark woods behind him, the dark woods that seemed to cave into him, move him, belittle him into the tiny, helpless child he was. His eyes teased tears, not because of the threats of the man behind door, in fact he didn’t believe those. He cried at the forest he looked out at, his parents lost somewhere within it.

The man on the other side of the door, however, felt satisfied at the thought that the annoying boy must have left by now and readied himself for one of his favorite past-times, which was sleep.

He sat by the fire, eating his meal with very little spark in his own eyes. He sauntered over to his bed, careful not to let his brown cloak slip, to keep his identity shrouded in mystery. He checked for likely the millionth time the security of the overly boarded up windows, the door locked with so many locks that it was no wonder it took him so long to open the door, and, of course the fireplace that must be extinguished. Hearths were warm and inviting and, although he needed the heat to survive, he wasn’t eager to let anyone else share it.

Crowned prince of the shadows and heralded harbinger of demise by the fear of the others who lived at the nearby village, this mysterious man slept in his cabin, on edge and terrified of the day to come.

He woke what seemed like seconds later to a bright white light, so blinding that it was hard for him to open his eyes, and thus he did so very hesitantly and slowly, sitting up.

The light seemed to emanate from a small, angelic figure, somehow all at once as youthful as a newborn and yet as old and wrinkled as someone who had lived a thousand years.

“Who are you?” The man practically barked. “How did you get in here?”

“There is no need to fret,” the angel said. “Link.”

The man grabbed the sword resting by his bed and charged forward, holding the sword to her gauzy neck

“How do you know my name?” Link growled, his voice rough with anger.

The angel gave a smile, slowly floated forward into the sword and yet, Link felt nothing and saw nothing, no pierced skin, no blood. She was just like a breeze. Link’s sword clattered to the floor.

“Do you know what day it is in Hyrule?” The angel asked.

Link furrowed his brow.

“I left that place a long time ago,” Link said, his voice coarse and his brow tense. “Why should I care what day it is there?”

“It is Hylia’s Day,” the angel said in reply, “and I am the ghost of Hylia’s Day past,” the ghost said, offering her hand. “By the command of Hylia, I am meant to show you what you have lost.”

“Hylia isn’t real,” Link said darkly. “Besides, I know very well what I have lost, what does showing it to me now do?”

“Perhaps you don’t know what you lost,” the ghost said calmly as Link narrowed his eyes. He tipped his head daringly and, in a stroke of courage he had not used in years, he touched the tiny hand.

Immediately, he was transported somewhere else entirely, with a gust of wind that knocked off the hood of his cloak, revealing his blue eyes and blonde hair.

But the marvel was where he found himself, a bright forest dotted with fireflies and forest fairies, eclectic with life and joy that instilled Link with nostalgia he had not felt in decades.

“Do you know where we are?” The ghost asked.

“Yes,” Link said weakly. “Yes, I…”

He couldn’t quite finish as he looked all around himself, speechless with parted lips to find himself in Kokiri Forest.

Link’s eyes lit up like they hadn’t before.

“There’s Mido!” He exclaimed, excited at the recollection, how things flooded back to him so easily. “And Saria! Saria, hey! It’s me, Link!”

“She cannot hear you,” the ghost said to Link, who had taken a couple steps forward. He looked back at the ghost. “These are only visions of the past.” Her gaze lingered on Link before she voiced a command.

“Come,” she said, leading Link away from the center of the small forest to a particular hut with a ladder. Link stopped in his tracks as soon as she saw it.

“This…this was my home, I…I lived here.”

Link and the ghost watched a small boy crawl down the ladder with boundless energy, before running with a smile right through Link. He couldn’t keep his gaze off this boy, turning his head to follow him with his eyes with parted lips.

“This is before, isn’t it? Before I got a fairy. Before I left the forest…I look so happy.”

“You do,” the ghost agreed.

“I was a child,” Link argued, turning his head to his shoulder. “I didn’t know any better.”

“Perhaps,” the ghost said. “Or perhaps not.”

“What is the point of showing me this?” Link asked as he turned around.

“To show what you’ve lost.”

“What, my youth? My…happiness? Yeah great, thanks.”

“Try courage,” the ghost stated simply.

That seemed to trigger Link, to press a button he did not approve of. His head had popped and his eyes fumed with anger.

“Courage ruined me!” Link yelled. “Do you understand?! It destroyed me! What I went through killed me!”

The angel seemed to be unphased by Link’s harsh words, even replying in a soft voice.

“You were only a child,” she said, with an underlying sadness. “But yes, you did go through a lot. I wager you now believe cowardice and caution is better for you…for everyone…but perhaps there are some parts of your courage that you have forgotten, important parts.”

“Like what?”

“Compassion,” the ghost said. “Love.”

Link felt all the blood in his body flee from it at that word, his face pale and his heart panicking. He began to shake his head. 

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t…don’t show me that, I…”

But the world around him had already began to change.

Link plopped to sit on his heels when he faced him and Zelda in the clouds, saying their last goodbye.

He felt tears in his eyes and he felt the ghost beside him.

“Everyday I wished I would have spoken up,” Link said as he watched the interaction with sad eyes. “I loved her and…I just let it happen.”

Link gazed at her beauty with longing eyes, the way her golden hair dangled around her waist, the way her silhouette curved, her elegance, the way she shone, the blue hue of her eyes, the lovely way she held herself.

“So you curse your cowardice then?” The spirit asked, poking and prodding at Link’s fragility.

“No,” Link said defensively, turning his head. “No, I…”

Link couldn’t keep his tears restrained any longer, placing his weight on his hands as his tears dropped into the illusion of clouds, soon dropping onto the wooden floor of his cabin.

“Why did you show me that?” Link asked as he continued to cry. “I had almost forgotten…why did you show me that?”

“Oh ho! Why so glum!” A booming voice asked. Link looked up slowly to see a burly, stout man sitting on his bed.

“You another ghost?” Link asked as he stood up and faced the man.

“Why I am!” The ghost said excitedly. “How astute you are.” He placed his hand on his chest proudly. “I am the ghost of Hylia’s Day present, but you can call me Pres.”

“All right, Pres,” Link said, fully convinced that this was but a dream. “What do you have to show me next?”

“Ho ho, the present of course, ah ha!” The ghost said with a jolly laugh as he stood up, bringing an arm around Link.

The ghost led him through the front door and yet, it opened to a bustling town instead of a dark forest.

“Hyrule Castle Town,” Link said as he stepped forward, the ghost beside him sporting a permanent smile. “This must be what the Hylia’s Day celebrations look like.”

“Have you never been?” The ghost asked.

“No,” Link replied. “I didn’t leave the forest until I was nine, and then…well I had a lot of things to do.”

“Courageous things,” the ghost prompted.

“You could say that.”

“Well,” the ghost said, offering his bent arm. “Why don’t we have a look around?”

Link was surprised at how much he enjoyed the festivities, even if he couldn’t partake of any of the food. He found himself smiling, genuinely smiling at the joy surrounding him, the music, the dancing, the games, the laughter, the peace of Hyrule he had never quite reveled in.

After what seemed a short hour, Link and the ghost sat on a bench observing the festivities, enjoying from a distance the exuberance.

“Do you know who made all this possible?” The ghost asked.

“You?” Link guessed.

“No. You,” the spirit said as he poked Link’s chest. “You saved Hyrule from Ganondorf. You fought countless battles against his forces and then went back in time to warn Hyrule of his malfeasance in the first place. Technically you saved Hyrule twice. And of course Termina. You’re a hero three times over. You caused this enjoyment on three separate occasions! All because of your courage, your compassion, your love!”

“Maybe, but…I’m not that same hero anymore. I’ve changed…alienated myself into cowardice.”

“Why?”

Link shrugged.

“No one has ever seemed to want anything to do with me afterwards,” Link said. “Zelda sent me back in time, Navi left without a word, Tatl couldn’t wait to say goodbye to me…I’ve always been left alone.”

“Besides,” Link continued. “if you ask anyone that lives near me they would tell you I’m a monster. Maybe I believe them, everything I’ve done.”

“Like what?”

Link shrugged.

“They say I kill children, kidnap them, steal from people,” Link said. “I’ve never done any of that but I let them believe it because they will stay away, and…well that’s for the best. I don’t even want anything to do with me. You all say I need my courage back but, for what? I’m not an innocent hero anymore, it was too damaging, battle after battle after battle. I mean what you expect me to say? I’m glad I saved Hyrule but I can’t live my life constantly fighting. Every day I’m so tired of me, of my past. Forgetting my courage is the best thing for me…until I die of course.”

Link thought the following silence was odd for such a boisterous spirit. Link thought perhaps he had depressed the spirit, yet he looked over and saw him gone.

Link sighed, hunching over so that his forearms hung off his knees.

“And neither did you.”

The people bustling in castle town had gone as well, Link sitting on his bed thinking over all he had seen and heard and said and done.

It wasn’t long before he saw a pair of feet standing right before him.

“I suppose you are the ghost of Hylia’s Days to come, huh?”

The ghost did not respond, Link looking up to see a tall, hooded figure, yet with no body. The cavern in the hood which should have had some sort of head was pitch black, empty and unyielding to Link.

Link stood up slowly, eyes swimming in fear. He attempted to chuckle away his anxiety, but it didn’t work.

“Are…are you going to show me something?”

The ghost didn’t budge at first, and when he did move it was slow and purposeful. All the ghost did was step back and gesture towards a mirror, as if inviting Link to look in the mirror.

“You…want me to look in the mirror?” Link asked, thinking it quite simple. The ghost gave link no affirmation nor discouragement, standing as if he’d always been a statue, chiseled into that position.

“Okay,” Link said as he paced his way to stare into the mirror, seeing nothing but his own reflection.

Link looked back at the spirit for clarification, and, as it hadn’t moved at all, Link wondered if it really was a statue.

Link returned his blue gaze to the mirror, this time truly staring intently at the way his nose bridged, the way his eyes were shaped, the freckles across his cheeks, the age in the dark circles under his eyes, his messy blonde hair and scruffy inklings of hair around the bottom of his face.

And yet, somehow, he was watching himself age, watching his hair grow and his skin wrinkle until his hair fell out and his skin was no more. He was just bones and he was continuously more horrified. At the sight of himself as an armored stalfos, one eye red and one eye blue, Link started breathing heavily, shaking his head, what was left of it anyway.

“No,” he said. “No…I…this isn’t possible, I…I’m becoming what I used to fight against, but...I’m not that empty, really I’m not, I...” Link stopped himself, breathing heavier as tears collected at his eyes. “This apathy it...it’s eroding at me…worse than my courage did, I…I don’t know who I am anymore.”

Link turned around to the ghost.

“Ghost I want to live, I want to help people like I did. I was forgetting the value of compassion, I was being selfish and self-serving and…please let me change my life. I traded courage for apathy. I thought it was the right thing to do but I’ve been hurting the people around me. Please give me a chance to make up for it. I can still be someone people want around. I want to try again.” 

The ghost said and did nothing.

“Please,” Link said, on his knees. “Please. I was wrong to wish my life away. There’s so much I can do with it. Let me live past my trauma, please…”

Link woke up to an empty cabin, no angel, no spirit, no ghost, not even the mirror. Link breathed a sigh of relief and yet this was the place were he reveled in his cowardice. He looked around ashamed.

“Zelda didn’t want this for me,” he said, before suddenly remembering something.

He shot out of bed and ran outside.

“Timm!” He exclaimed to every corner of the dark woods, circling around himself. “Timm!”

He faced his cabin again and the little boy was still there, hugging his knees against the wall, shaking with fear.

Link breathed a sigh of relief before running to kneel before Timm. Link offered his hand.

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” the boy said in a small voice.

Link smiled.

“There are things far more valuable than self-pity,” Link said. “Like helping others. Like looking to the future. I can’t believe I forgot that.”

And so little Timm took Link’s hand. Link guided the boy through the forest to his parents, who were more than relieved that their son was safe. They thanked Link for returning him safely and when they offered something in return, Link refused. Although changed from who he used to be, Link felt more like himself than he had in a long time.

And Link never returned to that old cabin in the woods.

[cielabeck]

Is It Really You? Chapter 1: With a Glance Back

Three Swords.

Three Villains.

Three Heroes.

One from the winds, one who once was a cowardly captain, and one who can shed her skin to become a wolf. They must sail the oceans, cross worlds, and traverse through time to save a newly made wife, a certain golden fairy-turned-hylian, and the first prince in a long line of princesses. First Book in the Really Trilogy.

.....

Oshus strolled out of his home, his red staff falling onto the dirt path with muted taps. He gazed around, noting the absence of Ciela near his home. Despite having a temple that she needed to reside in, Ciela chose to remain living in Oshus' hut, only transporting herself to the Temple of Courage for a quick scan and resetting of the protective barriers.

 When asked about this, Ciela would simply shrug and state that the temple did not feel like home anymore. She would then deter any further attempts at prying, not wanting to let them know the true reason. That she didn't want to remain in the temple because while she flew through the halls, phantom footsteps of a young hero would follow her.

 Oshus cast out his powers, noting that all three of his servants were on Mercay.  Neri and Leaf's presences glowed brightly with their essence. Ciela's presence, however, was almost muted, a low drum of essence. When Oshus increased his presence against Ciela's, her essence flared up, letting Oshus know that she was okay. When Oshus retreated, her essence flared back down.

 Oshus let out a low sigh, closing his eyes in worry for his youngest servant, knowing that Ciela's low essence was because of the separation from Link and Linebeck. Ciela had become close with the pair, and was upset with knowing that her journey with them had to come to an end when Bellum was finally defeated .

 "Ciela's essence hasn't been this low since the loss of..." Oshus cut himself off, not letting the name pass his lips. What had been done, was done. There was no hope with that situation.

 But the current situation.... Oshus let out a low sigh, seeing as there was only one path to take, unless he wanted  to watch Ciela become only a shadow of her personality. Neri and Leaf would not desire this, but Oshus knew that Ciela's heart now rested among a special pair of Hylians. A smile graced his face under his beard. Or... If he had to be specific, with a certain fool of a captain.

 Oshus summoned Neri to him, wanting to inform his decision to her first. Knowing of Leaf and Ciela's past romantic entanglements, he knew that Leaf would react more harshly to it.

 "Yes, Ocean King?" Neri immediately said, landing on Oshus's offered hand.  "Why have you called me to your side?"

 "I need the location of Ciela. The lowness of her essence has been worrying me for quite some time now." Oshus began, looking out across the ocean.

 Neri bowed her head. "I know what you mean, Ocean King. It hasn't been this low since the days after... " Neri jerked her head upright, eyes fearful. "You don't think that Ciela is remembering... her?"

 Oshus frowned at Neri. "You need not speak with such an ill tone in your words." Shaking his head, Oshus resumed his position. "But to sooth your worries, no, I do not believe that Ciela is remembering that part of her history. I have a feeling that we would have a very different Ciela on our hands. A very angry Ciela." The god added in a dark undertone.

 "Though, why I have need of Ciela's location, it does deal with the matters of her heart." Oshus continued.

 Neri flew off Oshus' hand. "Meaning what exactly?" She demanded, flying to be level with Oshus’ face. "What matter of the heart could be causing such a essence drop in Ciela? Or for that matter, what decision have you made for Ciela?!"

 "In the time that Ciela had traveled with them, Link and Linebeck had become family to Ciela, and with Linebeck, something that could have been more under different circumstances. Upon losing them, Ciela had lost family." Oshus explained. "So, I have made the choice to send her to the land of the Goddesses, as a Hylian, so she may rejoin them."

 Neri stopped almost all moment, minus the beating of her wings. "What..." She whispered, eyes horrified. "Oshus, can't you just... remove her memories of them? Like before?"

 Oshus glared at Neri, anger of the sea intense in his eyes. "I listened to that advice once, and only followed it because in not doing it, it may have meant forfeiting Ciela's life. In this, to take away those memories, it could destroy Ciela as we know her. Altering her memories that prominently again could very well do so." Oshus closed his eyes. "I will not alter her memories again. Ciela has a path and if this is where it intends to guide her, so be it. Do you understand?" Oshus opened his eyes, fixing them on the blue spirit.

 Not wanting the wrath of the Ocean King on her, Neri bobbed her head once, thoroughly chastised. "Yes, Ocean King, I understand." She stated, gazing down at her clasped  hands, not wanting to stare any longer into Oshus's eyes. The millenniums held within them always made her feel like she was drowning. "Ciela is standing on the east side of the island, looking out at the sea. May I accompany you?"

 "You may." Oshus replied, already moving for the east side of the island. "I'm certain you will want to say your goodbyes."

 Neri followed in silence for the first half of the journey, consumed with confusion on Oshus' choice of actions and what will follow because of it. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and spoke once more.

 "Oshus, once you send Ciela on her way... Who will become the new Spirit of Time and Courage?"

 "I believe that someone will present themselves accordingly. It may take some time, but a new spirit will come about." Oshus replied, voice steady. He did not falter in his steps at Neri's inquiry.

 Neri nodded, having to trust that Oshus knew what he was doing, no matter what outcomes may come about for the King's Ocean, herself, Leaf-.

 Neri's train of thought cut off at the thought of the Spirit of Power. "Ocean King, what about Leaf? He still has feelings for Ciela..."

 Seemingly knowing when he was being talked about, the Spirit of Power flew up beside Neri. "Hey, Oshus, Neri." He said, being less formal than the Spirit of Wisdom. "What's going on?"

 Unable to help herself, Neri blurted out. "Oshus plans to send Ciela to the Great Sea. Permanently."

 Leaf grew unnaturally still, much like Neri upon hearing this information. "...What..." He said in a forced whisper.

 Oshus stopped to turn and face Leaf, eyes soft. "Ciela is unhappy here. Yes, we are her family, but she longs for the family she made twenty-eight years ago."

 "What about our Spirit of Time and Courage?!" Leaf cried out angrily, just managing to choke back the angry words of "what about me?!"

 "As I told Neri, someone will present themselves in due time." Oshus replied, turning back around to continue on his path.

 Leaf's face twisted into an angry snarl. "So that's it. Because Ciela misses her precious Link and Linebeck, she will be sent from us permanently-"

 A sharp slap echoed through the clearing, cutting off Leaf. The Spirit of Power raised a hand to his cheek, staring at Neri in disbelief.

 Neri hovered a few inches away from him, her hand she used to slap Leaf still in the air. She looked more in shock about her actions, but soon made her expression firm. "How can you be so selfish!?" She snapped, face darkened with anger, her glow turning purple to match. "Yes, I'm upset about this too, but that is no means to ignore Ciela's feelings and wants! I just cannot believe what you are saying!" She swung her arm back down, closing her eyes.

 "That's real rich, coming from you!" Leaf barked, red glow becoming a reddish brown with his anger. "You were the one pushing for Ciela's mind to be wiped. You didn't give a single damn about her feelings then! You only care about your little sister when it's easy to do so!"

"This is different and you know it, Leaf!" Neri screamed back, loosing herself in her anger.

 "That's enough from the both of you!" came the thunderous voice of Oshus, now a short distance from the arguing spirits. He had turned back once more, eyes black in their fury.

 Neri immediately felt chilled, and silenced herself, anger becoming doused with shame at being caught bickering like a child.

 However Leaf, with a self righteous huff, whirled around and shot off into the air. After he was gone, Neri let out a rush of air, expression becoming weary.  

 Oshus stared after the red fairy. "Jealousy does not bode well for a Spirit of Power." He did not comment any further on Neri and Leaf's spat.

 Neri only nodded sadly, watching the red ball of light fade into the distance.

 …

Some distance from Oshus and Neri, Ciela stood on the edge of the cliff, in her hylian sized fairy form. She gazed down at the waves crashing against the rocks, letting the sea air tickle her golden hair and gently shift her wings. She closed her eyes, fighting against memories that forced themselves into her thoughts.  

     “Well, thank goodness for that fact. After a year, I was getting tired of having to see your face every single day!”  

     “Fine then, if that’s how you’re gonna be, Sparkles! Get the hell out of here, and good riddance to you!”  

 Ciela’s eyes flew open, the last words she heard from Linebeck stinging her heart. She screwed  shut her eyes, protesting against the tears. That was her last chance to make everything right with that stupid captain. To reveal that she feelings for him ever since the day that he had shared  a brief part of his dark past, and, and... And she just fought with him and let him go with her heart broken, never to be mended .

 Ciela shook her head, disgusted. “It’s been seven years for him and Link and twenty-eight for me!" Ciela bowed her head in defeat, letting the tears fall. "Why can't I just let you guys go?" She whispered. In her mind, the images of Link and Linebeck flashed before her eyes.

 Ciela drew up her arms, wrapping them around herself in a poor attempt to comfort herself. Her heart ached for her companions, and though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, Linebeck especially. "Though why would he care for me? The damn prick probably doesn't even remember me." Dropping her arms, Ciela turned around, already mentally preparing for the transformation to fairy size. This was interrupted when she came face to face with Oshus, Neri bobbing behind the old man.

 Ciela gave a start, jumping back a few steps in alarm before she realized who it was.

 “Gah! Grandpa, you gotta stop sneaking up behind me." Ciela gasped out, massaging her chest, quickly rubbing away the tears, trying to hide that she had been crying.

 “Forgive me, Ciela. I did not mean to scare you. I simply want to ask you something." Oshus replied, settling into a standing position.

 "Ask away, Grandpa." Ciela said, crossing her arms, trying to keep her tone casual. She mentally flinched when she realized how close that pose was to Linebeck. She quickly opted to keep her arms to be held stiffly by her sides.

 Neri felt lost and confuse at Ciela being in such a state over two hylians. She just couldn't understand it. Still, Neri gazed at Ciela, eyes filled with worry and hurt. "You really do miss them... don't you?" A flash of sky blue light and Neri joined Ciela in being Hylian sized, taking steps to be nearer to Ciela. "How can you miss two hylians you knew would be leaving you, no matter what?"

 "Well, Neri, I didn't always know that! You seemed  to have forgotten that I had to spend nine years with no clue as to who the hell I was!" Ciela snapped back, anger flaring. "Yes, I had Grandpa, but Link and Linebeck... they were something more." Ciela struggled to say more, but can't find the words on how she felt. Instead, she ungracefully clawed the air before throwing her arms down with a huff. "They gave me a sense of self, okay? Before the Temple of Courage, before I remembered  that they had to leave... I started  to think that... maybe I should just give up on ever regaining my memories, and simply stay with the super dysfunctional family that we three created with each other." Her shoulders slumped. "You know how well that turned out..."

 Ciela went to shove past Neri, fighting tears again. Oshus' staff being set in front of her stopped her. Only out of respect to Oshus, did Ciela remain in hylian form and not switch to fairy size and zip away.

 "Yes, Grandpa?" Ciela sighed, feeling suddenly very weary.

 "As you very emotionally stated, Link and Linebeck were family to you and you miss them very much, Linebeck especially." Oshus stated.

 Ciela reeled back as if she was slapped . "Why would I miss that superficial idiot?!" She snapped, eyes narrowing. She thought that she wasn't being that obvious...

 "Your essence has been low and continuing to dip ever since the pair left my realm. Also, whenever Linebeck is mentioned, your essence briefly flares then drops even further. I simply drew conclusions from there." Oshus explained .

 Ciela hanged her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face, shielding her emotions. She had forgotten how closely Oshus monitored their essences. "Yes, then, I miss Link and.. and even that moronic captain." She gave up in a monotone.

 Silence filled the air. Neri faced the opposite way of Ciela, gaze downcast. "So if you had a way... to rejoin them... Would you take it?" Neri whispered.

 Ciela gave off no reaction except to simply let her shoulders stiffen.

 "Would you?" Neri asked again, determined to get an answer out of Ciela. She didn't want to lose the Spirit of Time and Courage, less so her sister... But Oshus’ words on how much Ciela was becoming torn up over Link and Linebeck was becoming more and more clear to her. She internally kicked herself for being so blind before, having let her high standing loyalty to her spirit powers affect her judgement. “Again…”  Neri admonished herself.  

 "I don't know..." Ciela quietly returned, not looking at anyone.

 Neri let out a huff of frustration and whirled around. She grabbed Ciela's shoulders and whipped the golden spirit around. "Would you    ?!" Neri demanded. She hated getting angry at Ciela, but she would be so stubborn at times!

 "I DON'T KNOW!" Ciela screamed, glaring at Neri in vexation, body strung taut like a bowstring while she waited for the Spirit of Wisdom’s next move.

 Neri released Ciela, letting a moment of silence fall between the two before speaking again. "Ciela... I would like you to not leave. I would like you to remain here, and continue your duties as the Spirit of Time and Courage. However... My eyes have been open to your pain.  I can no longer not notice that the leaving of Link and Linebeck has hurt you." Neri let her sapphire eyes bore into Ciela's, her tears causing them to sparkle. "So I ask you Ciela... If you could leave... If you could go and join Link and Linebeck... would you take it?"

 Ciela felt the silence choking her as she struggled to find an answer to Neri’s words. She swallowed once, twice, three times, mouth suddenly feeling dry. Her body trembled like a snowflake being tossed in a blizzard, breathing going funny.

 "Yes.”

 No louder than a breath, yet for all of them, the words infused with meaning for Ciela’s future. Upon saying it, Ciela herself felt drained, her body freed from some great weight. She only felt relief upon finally being able to speak the truth in her heart.

  “I would take it... I miss Link so much... and yes, I... love.... Linebeck...." Ciela continued in a hushed voice. Her eyes lost focus as her memories of her companions filled her mind. "I would do anything... if I could travel with them again..."

 "Even at the cost of losing everything you ever known?" Oshus gently asked, knowing the answer.

 "I already lost everything once, so yes, even at that cost." Ciela said, nodding her head in a dazed manner.

 Neri let out a sob, enveloping Ciela into a bone-crushing hug, wishing that she didn't have to let go. "Then you better not forget about us... Alright?"

 Ciela pried Neri off of her, bringing herself back to reality. "Ners, what are you going on about? I can't leave... Not even if I wanted  to..."

 "Heh... heh..." Oshus let out an amused chuckle. "Ciela, you seemed to forget that I'm a god... One who has done transformation of my children before. I can easily change your state into a Hylian born under the Goddesses laws."

 "What?" Ciela said, whirling around to face Oshus with wide eyes. Her tension returned tenfold upon Oshus’s words.

 "I also have the same power as you to open portals into the other worlds. How else would Bellum have been able to send the Ghost Ship to retrieve souls from the Great Sea?" Oshus explained. "But again, you must give up all of your powers so I may transform you into a Hylian such as Link and Linebeck."

 Ciela swallowed hard, slight nausea at what was going to occur. Nonetheless, her words came easily, heart swelling with fledgling hope. "I understand. I still wish for this to happen."

 “Then repeat these words after me.” Oshus raised his staff and gestured for Ciela to take hold of it. She did.

 “Do you, Ciela, Spirit of Time and Courage.” Oshus began, voice becoming infused with his  power.

 “I, Ciela, Spirit of Time and Courage.” Ciela echoed, trying to quell her trembling. She was going to be seeing Link again... and with a hylian body, she might actually have a chance with Linebeck this time around.

 “Do hereby release your spirit powers.”

 “Do hereby release my spirit powers.”

 “In the wish to live in the world ruled under the Goddesses.”

 “In the wish to live in the world ruled under the Goddesses.”

 “Fully knowing that.”

 “Fully knowing that.”

 “You will never possess these powers again?”

 “I will never possess these powers again.”

 "Unless you so chose to wield them again, in dire times."

 "Unless I so chose to wield them again, in dire times." Ciela finished. "Hah! Like that's going to happen."  

 From Ciela's chest, purple and green orbs begin to emanate from her chest. In a pearl white flash, Ciela was again a pearly white color, fluttering in front of Oshus, fairy sized .

 Ciela let out a small gasp of shock, feeling powerless. "Damn, that's gonna be hard to get used  to."  She thinks, gently massaging her chest where her powers left her.

 Oshus gently guided the purple and green orbs into his own chest, storing the power within himself until the new Spirits of Time and Courage presented themselves. "Now Ciela, I will begin transforming you into a hylian."

 Ciela bobbed her fairy form, closing her eyes.

 Ancient words flowed from Oshus' mouth, and Ciela quelled down her worries, knowing there was no going back. Tendrils of Oshus' pure white aura slunk up to meet and surround Ciela's fairy form, forming a cocoon around her.

 Down upon the ground, Neri shielded her eyes, looking away, the light emanating from the cocoon being too bright to look at. "I hope you'll find more happiness with this choice and in the Great Sea, Ciela, than what grief has met you here in this world." She thought, heart clenching. Though, how she hated the fact that Ciela couldn’t find that same happiness here, in her duties as a spirit.

 Inside the cocoon, Ciela opened her eyes to see the pure white aura surrounding her. She watched in delight as sections of the cocoon skim off from the surface, going to wrap around her tiny form. Soon, her entire body was enveloped and her clothing was stripped away. Ciela once more closed her eyes, feeling the power on her skin lengthening out her limbs, her wings pressing against her skin and melting into her body, hair whipping around her.

 The cocoon floated to the ground, having grown in size, decreasing in its intensity. Neri was finally able to gaze at the cocoon, waiting for Ciela to step out.

 The cocoon began to dissipate, the last remnants of it wrapping around Ciela's nude body, creating clothes for the newly made Hylian. Ciela felt the grass under her feet; she grinned and curled her toes up in it, opening her eyes.

 Neri blinked at the woman now standing before her. "Ciela..." She murmured, barely able to recognize her sister.

 Ciela's knee-length, field-of-wheat hair was replaced  with sunrise red hair with highlights of golden yellow so that when Ciela shifted around, the sunlight caught strands of hair, making it seem like it was a rich sunset. Amber eyes changed to the color of a rich sea blue. Her hylian form was actually shorter than her hylian sized spirit form, almost like a nod to her former self. Her clothes ended up changing as well. Instead of her vest and skirt, Ciela was clad in a sun-glow yellow dress. It was long-sleeved and hugged her body enough to show her curves.

 Ciela continued  to twist around to examine herself. "This is really weird... It feels really weird." She giggled, craning her head to see that her winged had indeed disappeared. "The dress is a nice touch however." The now ex-fairy gave off another short giggle and gave a twirl, testing out her new permanent body. She still felt off centered, and demonstrated that by nearly falling on her face. "So this is what being a true Hylian is like."

 Oshus chuckled softly. "I'm glad you like it, Ciela."

 Ciela froze and looked at Oshus and Neri, her mood growing somber. "So... I guess this is  it... where we have to say goodbye..." Ciela swallowed, biting her lip. She glanced around. "Shouldn't Leaf be here as well? So I can say goodbye?"

 Neri pursed her lips. "We met him along the way... He didn't take Oshus letting you go to the Goddesses Realm very well... I think you know why."

 Ciela let out a huff. "Do me a favor then, and kick his butt for me." She went over and took hold of Neri's hands. "Kay?"

 Neri looked up to Ciela, tears spilling onto her cheeks. "Only if you'll do one in return." Neri then gave Ciela another bone crushing hug. "You may a hylian now, but you'll still live quite longer than them. In that time, don't forget your family. E-Even as you go off to m-make a new one."

 Ciela swallowed back down another lump. She knew that she won't be able to return, that this was going to be the last time she would see any of them again. "How could I?" Ciela choked out, resting her head on Neri's shoulder, fiercely hugging the blue fairy as well. “You are my only sister.”

 Neri let out another sob, digging her hands into Ciela’s back.

 They remained holding each other as they cried. Finally, the two separate after somewhat composing themselves. Ciela moved back over to Oshus, wiping away her tears. She also took hold of one of his hands, her own hands trembling with sadness. "Thank you for everything, Grandpa." She choked out, tears spilling from her eyes. She gripped his hand, before letting out another sob and threw her arms around the old man, holding him tight.

 Oshus gently held her in return. "You are most certainly welcome, Ciela." He took Ciela by the shoulders and squeezed them, looking her in the eye. "Now go and fly, my young one. Go off and make a new life with that fool of a captain and Link."

 Ciela let out a shaky laugh, before slowly sliding out of Oshus's hands. "I'll miss you... Even that asshole we call the Spirit of Power."

 “Ciela, language.” Oshus gently reprimanded, eyes sparkling like the moonbeams on the ocean.

 Neri laughed as well, wiping at her eyes uselessly. "We'll miss you as well."

 Familiar fog rolled around the trio, transporting Ciela's mind back to when she had to say farewell to people whom had become family to her. "I'm still saying goodbye to family..." Ciela thought. Nonetheless, a happy feeling began to curl up in her stomach at the thought of her former partners. "      Link and Linebeck, you're gonna get the shock of your lives.    "

 Ciela stepped backwards into the fog, knowing that she won't fall off the cliff.

 "Oh and Ciela! Do try and curb that tongue of yours!" Oshus called, his form becoming obscured in the darkness.

 "Never, Old Man!" Ciela called back into the fog, before cracking up into giddy laughter.

 Ciela's laughter ringing through the air was the only remnants of the ex-fairy, as she slipped through the door between worlds.

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A Semi-Apple Pie Life (Chapter 4)

A/N: What's this? The next chapter is out already?! Hells yeah! Especially because the cast of OBX has said that OBX is getting a season 2! So, the moment that some of you may have been waiting for 🥁🥁 the OBX content of the story!!! Feedback is appreciated 💕 and tag list anyone?

P.S: It will really start following the show in the next chapter.

P.P.S: I apologize if the descriptions of the characters are poor 😔

Pairing: JJ Maybank x OC

Summary

[Previous Chapter]

Kildare Island, North Carolina…Skylar's new home away from home. She and Samandriel stepped off the ferry once it arrived at the island. They both felt the immediate heat and humidity of the weather in the Outer Banks, Skylar feeling it more so as she was dressed in layers. The two of them walked in from the port and onto the island.

"So, where to first?" Samandriel asks.

"No idea. Maybe find someplace to eat. The sun is starting to go down and I haven't eaten since lunch earlier this afternoon." Skylar says.

Samandriel nodded his head before noticing a group of people who had stepped off the fair were heading in a direction.

"Maybe these other people are headed to a place to eat." he says.

Skylar nodded her head before following the other tourists with Samandriel walking beside her. They ventured further into the island, still following the group of tourists from the ferry until they came across a large building with a sign that read The Wreck on top. There was a scent that wafted out of the building which Skylar recognized as the smell of food.

"C'mon Samandriel, that place there has food." the youngest Winchester tells the angel, gesturing to the building before making her way inside it.

The angel followed the girl inside and the two of them took in people that were gathered inside, eating and enjoying each other's company. They looked around for a moment longer before they went to take a seat at an empty table. Skylar set her duffle bag on the chair beside her when she sat down. Not long after Skylar and Samandriel sat down, a girl around Skylar's age came up to the table. She had dark skin, curly dark brown hair that went a little past her shoulders and brown eyes. She was really pretty too.

"Hello, my name is Kiara Carrera but, call me Kie. Welcome to The Wreck. What can I get you guys?" she asks them.

Skylar gave her a small smile, "Hi Kie. I'm Skylar and this is my friend Alfie. I'll get a sweet tea, a burger and a basket of fries please." the youngest Winchester introduced herself before giving her order.

"And I'm okay, thanks." Samandriel or Alfie said.

Kiara wrote down the girl's order on a notepad before giving a nod before heading to the back to the kitchen. Skylar observed the customers inside, noticing in the back of the restaurant at a table sat three boys who were goofing around with each other. One was blond, one had curly brown hair and the other had a buzz cut. She caught the eye of the blond headed boy, he gave her a smirk and she just rolled her eyes. She turned her attention back to Samandriel.

"This place isn't so bad, I guess. I still can't believe my brothers sent me away though, after everything we've been through together." She tells the angel.

Before Samandriel could respond, Kiara came back with Skylar's order. She set the basket and glass down in front of the girl.

"Enjoy your food and let me know if you need anything else." she says before walking away.

Skylar gave her a nod before picking up her burger and taking a bite out of it. She hummed in appreciation of the food, at least it was delicious.

"You know your brothers are just looking out for you. And they have a point, what you and your brothers are going up against is ancient. Amara has been around since the beginning of time, she was around before God." Samandriel tells her.

Skylar swallows the food in her mouth before letting out a sigh.

"Alright, I guess that's fair. So, what exactly am I supposed out here?" she asks.

The angel shrugs, "No idea. I suppose your brothers want you to try and live an apple pie life while they deal with Amara. Like they did on different occasions." he tells her.

Skylar nodded her head and then a trio of boys came up to the table. One was wearing a light blue polo and tan khaki shorts, he had brown hair that was slicked back no doubt by gel. To the right of him was a boy with a dirty blond hair in a cropped hair style. He was dressed in a salmon pink shirt and he too was wearing tan khaki shorts. The last boy, had a buzz cut of black hair, looking almost similar to the boy in the back of the restaurant except he was dressed like the other two boys.

"Hey pretty girl, welcome to the Outer Banks." the blond in the salmon pink shirt said.

Skylar looked in his direction but, said nothing as she continued to eat her food. The other blond moved his gaze to Samandriel before looking back at the girl.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing hanging around a boy like him?" he asks.

Skylar went tense, setting her burger down as she stared at the boy.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asks him.

"Why is a pretty cute girl like yourself hanging around a boy like him?" he repeats his question.

Samandriel froze as Skylar got up out of her seat to stand in front of the boy.

"Who exactly are you?" she asks him.

"The name's Rafe Cameron." he tells her, a smug smirk on his face.

"Ah, well…Rafe, I don't know who you think you are but, you don't get to talk to my best friend like that." Skylar tells him before punching him in the nose with a right jab.

Samandriel got up then, grabbing Skylar's bag before grabbing onto her wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant after leaving a few bills on the table. Anger was rolling off of Skylar in waves, she hated when people pick on Samandriel, especially when he used to wear the Weiner Hut uniform that his vessel had worn. The angel placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, trying to calm her down.

"Sky, it's okay. You know I'm not bothered by the things that humans say about me. Only what you think about me matters to me." he tells her.

The brunette with blonde highlights sighed, "I know but, that doesn't mean I have to stand for it." she tells him.

The angel brought the young huntress in for a hug, appreciative of her.

"Hey! You two!" a feminine voice called out behind them.

Samandriel let the youngest Winchester go and she turned around to see the girl that served her, Kie, was approaching them.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that you guys left without the change." she tells them.

Skylar looks at Kie and gives her a smile.

"The change was for you, as a tip." she tells the other girl.

Kiara was taken aback as she was not used to receiving a decent tip while working at the Wreck.

"Thank you!" she says gratefully. "Oh and by the way, what you did to Rafe was impressive." She adds.

"Thanks. He was just acting like a cocky SOB and picking on my friend which I couldn't stand." Sky says.

Kie nods before noticing the bag in Samandriel's hand.

"Oh, where are you guys staying?" She asks them.

"Not sure, this is our first time in the Outer Banks." Samandriel tells her.

"Oh. Well, we have a motel called Summer Winds." Kie tells them.

Skylar and Samandriel shared a look with each other before looking back at Kie.

"Thanks. Well, it was nice to meet you Kie but, we should probably head to the motel and see if we can score a room." Skylar tells her.

Kiara nodded her head before saying goodbye to the two of them before heading back to The Wreck. Samandriel placed his hand on Skylar's shoulder again but, this time it was to transport her to the motel. When the two of them arrived, they headed inside to speak with the receptionist. They managed to score one room on the upper level. Sky took the key from the receptionist before walking out and headed up the stairs with Samandriel behind her. The youngest Winchester counted the numbers of the motel rooms that were displayed on the outside of the rooms, until she got to 228.

"Here's our room." She tells Samandriel before sticking the key into the lock and opened the door.

She walked in after turning on the lights and took in the place while Samandriel walked in behind her and closed the door.

"This place isn't so bad. A little bit more spruced up compared to the other motels I've stayed in with my brothers." she says.

She sets her bag down beside the bed before taking a seat on it then laid back on it.

"This bed is actually quite nice." she said, yawning slightly.

"You should get some rest, Skylar. You did have a long day with the wendigo hunt earlier." Samandriel tells her.

Skylar nods her head tiredly, "Yeah…okay Samandriel. Will you talk to my brothers for me…let them know I'm okay?" she requests.

Samandriel nods his head, "Of course, I'll update them. I'll be back in the morning." he tells her before vanishing.

She heard the sound of his wings when he disappeared before moving to settle under the covers before laying her head on the pillow and fell asleep.

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