#I got the rest of my suggestions from Sleepy Cove

[zelda7999]

Frozen Palace with Disfaiust?

i think it would be cool to see them in a colder palette.

: )

Also do get some rest dear, i'm almost certain its late for you and i'm pretty sure i saw you still online as i send this. Take Care

:D!! A cool colour palette for Disfaiust was fun-- but I also liked the sketch so I ended up making one with he default colours too!~

Enjoy, Agent Viper

[keewriting]

Cove x MC - One Shot #1

[Read on google docs to insert your MC's name]

The crescendo of rain hitting your window woke you from a peaceful slumber. It didn’t often rain this hard in Sunset Bird, especially not during the summer. You felt a pang of disappointment that your typical summer pastimes were not viable on a day like this.

You rolled groggily out of bed and sighed, wondering what Cove thought of the unfortunate weather situation. Knowing him, he’d be even more bummed than you — then it hit you! The list!

You scrambled over to your messy desk and opened the biggest drawer, which you affectionately called the “junk drawer.” This was the home to everything of value that didn’t have a specific place in your room. The actual value of the items in the junk drawer was pretty questionable. From old gaming devices and batteries, to loose papers that could maybe be useful someday.

With everything shoved out of the way, you uncovered the beacon of hope for this gloomy day. A small spiral notebook with a shiny turquoise cover, speckled in tiny yellow stars. You and Cove started using this notebook on rainy days for games of hangman and tic-tac-toe. There were years of games in this notebook, nearly every page filled with games and doodles.

You sighed wistfully as you turned the pages and reminisced about each game. Your first ever hangman game with Cove occurred on a particularly hot day. Yet, playing paper-based games became a rainy day tradition for you two. You went out and bought a special notebook just to keep them all in one place.

During your first hangman game with Cove, he settled on the phrase "you are cute." You couldn’t decide if that was the most Cove-like thing he’d done or if it was boldly uncharacteristic. You blushed at the memory and smiled gently.

Remembering your mission, you snapped out of the Cove-induced trance. You began flipping pages faster until you landed on one containing a list. On the last rainy day you and Cove suffered through, he had the idea to make a list of things you two could do to pass the time. It seemed he could only handle so many games of hangman and tic-tac-toe.

You each took turns writing something you would want to do on a rainy day. There were even corresponding doodles scattered on the page to illustrate each activity. The stark difference between your handwriting compared to Cove’s stood out to you today. His was relatively neat compared to your chicken scratch.

Rather than continuing to dwell on your poor penmanship, you looked closer at the items on the list. There were a total of 14 entries. You skimmed past each one with a focused scowl on your face until you landed on number 12: ear piercing. This was one of your suggestions, and one that didn’t come easily. You went back and forth in your head before writing this one. Considering how you would ask your moms for permission, what other people would think, and how Cove would feel about it. At the time of writing it down Cove seemed on board, for you at least. He was apprehensive about getting one himself, preferring to avoid the conversation with his dad.

A sly smile formed across your face. You decided that at 13 you were old enough to take control of your own body, regardless of what your moms would think. You emphatically shut the notebook and hopped up from the desk chair that you had slumped into earlier.

With a newfound energy you began quickly getting ready. You pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and rummaged through your closet, looking for your yellow raincoat and rainboots. As cliche as they were, you quite enjoyed the look. You could really use the brightness on such a cloudy day. You remembered to shove the small notebook in your back pocket.

You bounded down the stairs and out the door, calling out your goodbyes to whoever was still in the house. You paused under the awning to pull your hood over your head before walking carefully across to Cove’s house. The rain was still coming down hard and the street was slick with rain. With how clumsy you were you couldn’t afford to rush over and slip on a puddle.

Once you reached the Holden’s door you removed your hood and knocked confidently. Mr. Holden appeared momentarily to open the door, his face lit up when he saw you standing there.

Mr. Holden: Y/N! Hey, buddy. How are ya? Come on in!

You stepped inside with a smile and began wiping your feet vigorously on the door mat.

Y/N: Good morning, Mr. Holden. Is Cove around?

Mr. Holden: Sure is, he's surely tucked up in his room still. Why don’t you leave your boots and coat here and you can go wake him up.

You grinned at the thought as you pulled your coat off to give it to Mr. Holden. You slipped off your boots and thanked him as you tip-toed over to Cove’s bedroom door. You considered your options, truly unsure of what he could be up to behind closed doors. After some quick deliberation, you opted for loudly barging in while singing his name.

Without another moment of hesitation, you turned the knob and in a sing-songy voice, called out to him

Y/N: CoooOOoooove, rise and shine!

Cove’s sleepy figure stirred gently at the sound of your voice. He blinked open his eyes slowly and rubbed his hands through his seafoam green locks as you stood over him beaming. Finally, he uttered his first words of the day.

Cove: Y/N? What are you doing here so early?

You chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed, close enough to make Cove blush and start to sit up.

Y/N: Do you hear that? Outside?

Cove paused for a second before looking past you out his window. His expression dropped and he groaned.

Cove: Rain…

You scooted closer and crouched so your faces were level. You smiled deviously and noted how his eyes widened and his cheeks reddened.

Y/N: Cove, today we will fulfil our destiny.

Before he could utter a word, you shifted to retrieve the crumpled notebook from your back pocket. Cove slid up more, clearly intrigued. You turned to the right page and faced it towards Cove while pointing decidedly to number 10.

Cove: Ear piercing… oh yeah! You want to do that one today?

You nodded enthusiastically, hoping Cove would still be on board for this idea. You knew it was a one-sided activity, but you could use his support since it would be your first piercing.

Cove: The mall has a piercing booth, right? Or did you have somewhere else in mind?

Y/N: The mall is exactly what I had in mind!

Cove: Cool. So, how are we getting there?

For the first time since early morning, you felt defeated. Your shoulders slumped and you looked down at your hands. At 13, you might be old enough to get a needle through your ear, but you still couldn’t operate a vehicle. The mall was also too far to walk to, you remembered the time Kyra drove you all to the mall for a visit. Noticing how down you became, Cove spoke.

Cove: I could… ask my dad to drive us there. He isn’t working today. I’m sure he’d say yes.

You instantly perked up and turned to Cove with an open-mouthed smile.

Y/N: Really? Really. Really? Would you?

Cove chuckled and nodded. You wrapped around him with a tight hug the instant his head jerked upward. Your face planted on his chest. You exhaled loudly as you listened to his rushed heartbeat. After you pulled away, Cove got up and smiled nervously, flustered and ready to get the day going. You sat patiently on the bed while Cove got ready and asked his dad about driving you both to the mall.

Once he returned to his bedroom, he wordlessly flashed you a smile and thumbs-up combo. You followed him out to the front door where his dad was waiting with your coat. You accepted the coat and slipped on your boots. Cove had no rain protection, but you decided to stay quiet, knowing he preferred minimal layers.

You all headed out the door into Mr. Holden’s car. Cove sat in the backseat with you even though he typically preferred to ride shotgun. You felt special that he would rather keep you company. A startling question from Mr. Holden interrupted your pleasant thoughts.

Mr. Holden: I hear you plan on getting an ear piercing today, Y/N. Is that right?

Your mouth fell agape and you looked over to Cove, who upon noticing your expression became concerned. You realized you didn’t tell Cove about your plans to keep the ear piercing a secret from your moms. Now that Mr. Holden knew, it was almost certain he would casually bring it up to your moms. Not willing to reveal your sneaky plans, you spoke confidently.

Y/N: Yep! I’ve been wanting one for a while.

Mr. Holden: Hey, that’s great. I bet it’ll look really cool.

You looked over at Cove and smiled at him, hoping to relieve any confusion or concern. He returned the smile, but still appeared deep in thought. The rest of the car ride was uneventful. Mr. Holden dropped the two of you off and notified you of his return in 3 hours.

As soon as you were alone, standing at the entrance of the mall, Cove turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest. You looked up at him sheepishly and noticed his shrewd expression.

Cove: What was that about? That face? Should I not have told dad about the piercing?

Cove’s perceptiveness toward all your quirks was a blessing and a curse. The smallest look on your face could be a dead giveaway to him. You knew he would feel guilty for ruining your plan, but there was no point in trying to hide it from him.

Y/N: I didn’t get permission from my moms to get a piercing.

His eyes widened as his arms dropped to his sides.

Cove: Oh my God, I didn’t realize. I’m really sorry. Are you going to be in a lot of trouble? I don’t want you grounded all summer. We won’t be able to hang out as much. Maybe we should get smoothies and tell everyone it was a joke—

You cut off his rambling, not wanting him to tire himself out so early. Although you appreciated his concern, especially regarding your ability to spend time together.

Y/N: It’s okay, Cove. Really. I totally forgot to mention it when I told you this morning because I was so excited. They would have to find out somehow, right?

Cove: I guess. Can I make it up to you, though? I’ll buy you a smoothie anyway.

Y/N: Well, I could never say no to a smoothie from Cove Holden.

You smiled at each other and continued into the mall. You walked with purpose toward the piercing booth. Your stomach was turning with eagerness and nerves. Cove’s long strides matched perfectly with your short but quick paces. He looked at you with a comforting smile as you closed in on the booth.

The piercer at the booth was an older teen with an assortment of piercings on their own face and ears. They chewed gum loudly as they took down your information and set you up on the cold, hard piercing chair. While they put on gloves and prepared the tools, Cove inched closer to stand next to you.

Cove: How are you feeling?

Y/N: Nervous, excited... very rebellious.

Cove hummed in acknowledgment. You felt his hand brush the hair behind your ear. He gently pinched the now exposed top of your ear. You felt goosebumps travel across your skin at the touch.

Cove: This is where you want it, right? What was it called again… a helix?

You felt your face get hot, pleased that he remembered, and surprised that he was so casually touching you. You managed a quiet “mhm” before the piercer sauntered over to you.

Piercer: Alright, kid. Where do you want it?

Cove shifted out of the way as you pointed to where he had touched. You explained to the piercer that you wanted a simple helix on your right ear. As the piercer was marking your ear, you looked at Cove with pleading eyes.

Y/N: Cove, can I hold your hand?

A distinct blush spread across his cheeks but he didn’t hesitate to position himself next to you on your left side. He offered you his hand and tried to smile reassuringly. You took it gratefully and practiced different levels of squeeze pressure. You didn’t want to accidentally hurt Cove. His hand was hot and familiarly comforting.

Piercer: Ready?

You looked straight ahead and tensed up. You felt your heart pounding in your throat, annoyed that you were so nervous about something you definitely wanted to do. You felt Cove’s eyes on you, a reassurance that he would always be there for you.

Y/N: Go for it.

The piercer lined up the needle and stuck it through your ear in one quick motion. The pain was sharp and quick. You winced and instinctively tightened your grip on Cove’s hand. He squeezed back gently and you could hear a slight sympathetic groan escape his throat. A throbbing soreness replaced the initial sharp pain. You sighed as the piercer removed the needle and inserted a simple silver hoop.

Cove: Y/N? Are you okay? How did it feel?

You looked up at Cove and met his concerned gaze. Without letting go of his hand, you offered a small smile.

Y/N: It definitely hurts. But having this helped wonders.

You lifted his hand and gestured to it with your eyes. His smile reflected a mixed sense of pride, embarrassment, and relief.

Cove: I’m glad… Here, let me get a better look at it.

With your hands still intertwined, he helped you hop off the piercing chair. You faced him and turned your head to the side so he could see the piercing.

Y/N: How does it look?

Cove smiled widely with eyes bright.

Cove: I like it. You look amazing, Y/N.

Although Cove instantly seemed to regret his phrasing, you felt thrilled. Knowing that Cove was into it made facing your moms later seem a little less daunting. You hoped he could be there to help back up your decision.

Y/N: Thank you, Cove. And thanks for being my stress ball.

Cove: Anytime. How about that smoothie I promised?

You bounced excitedly with a loud “Woo!” You finished the transaction with the piercer and listened to their spiel about piercing care. Soon you were off to the smoothie stand with Cove.

Y/N: Do you know what combo you’re going to get? Same as last time?

Cove hummed thoughtfully. You wondered if he was also remembering the time you stole a sip from his smoothie. He never ended up finishing it after that. You felt a pang of guilt and decided you would let him keep the smoothie to himself.

Cove: I think I’d like to mix it up. There were so many great options to choose from.

Y/N: Right?! I would love it if I could just add all of the fruit and berries. Make a super smoothie concoction.

Cove scrunched his face in exaggerated disgust. You chuckled at his reaction and gently nudged his arm. He nudged right back with a warm smile planted on his face.

You each placed your order with the smoothie attendant. Cove paid for both. You felt appreciative of the gesture, knowing he wanted to make you feel better about your foiled plan. His consideration for your feelings made you feel warm inside, even though you didn’t blame him at all for the mishap.

Cove picked up both smoothies and handed you your order with a smile. As you continued your walk through the mall, you took a long, deep sip and then exhaled loudly.

Y/N: That really hit the spot! Thanks, Cove.

Cove simply nodded as he continued to sip at his smoothie. For a second you thought his lips wouldn't move from the straw for the rest of the trip, not willing to risk losing a drop to your sneaky mouth. But then, he broke free and smiled with a wince.

Cove: Brain freeze.

You burst out laughing, relieved that he would actually be available to talk to you.

Y/N: I know a trick for getting rid of a brain freeze! Here, look at me.

Cove faced you quizzically. You opened wide, turned your face upward, and pressed your tongue up to the roof of your mouth. His gaze dropped to your mouth while his own mouth fell open. An obvious blush spread across his face and he nodded. You wondered if seeing the underside of your tongue was a little too scandalous for Cove. You closed your mouth into a cheeky smile.

Y/N: Try it. I promise it works.

Cove turned away from you and tried your trick with his mouth firmly shut. He sighed in relief and immediately took another sip of his smoothie. That earned another laugh from you. He smiled at you sweetly with a mouthful of smoothie.

The walk continued pleasantly for a few minutes. You laughed, and teased, and joked with each other comfortably. You both reminisced about the last mall trip you had with Lee and Derek, even though it was only a few weeks ago. Suddenly, Cove’s pace slowed and he came to a halt. When you turned back to look at him, his expression lost in thought. He absentmindedly picked at the side of the cup with his nails. You noticed tiny indentations marked across the styrofoam cup.

Y/N: Cove? Is everything alright?

Cove breathed out and walked towards you gently. He extended his smoothie towards your face. His face red and his eyes glued to the smoothie, refusing to meet your gaze.

Cove: Would you like to try mine? I think it’s delicious. I think you would like it.

Stunned, and a bit apprehensive, you thought deeply. You didn’t want Cove to miss out on the rest of his smoothie again. But this time he was offering. You wondered what changed, and hoped this wasn’t more piercing-related guilt.

Y/N: If you’re sure, I would love to. But promise me you’ll finish the rest.

Cove’s eyes snapped to yours and it was his turn to feel stunned. You never revealed to him that you knew he never finished the smoothie last time. He looked embarrassed, but you had to be sure he wouldn't throw it out again.

Cove: I— yeah. I’ll finish it.

That was good enough for you. You wrapped your lips around his straw and took a big sip. The flavor was different to yours, but still satisfying. You kept your eyes on Cove while you pulled away from his smoothie. He slowly raised the smoothie to his own mouth and took a quick sip, all while looking desperately to the side.

Y/N: Success!

Cove let out a nervous laugh, glad to have made that much progress. He was still blushing while you continued your trek. You wondered if his face would ever return to its normal color as long as that smoothie was in his hand.

You finally made it back to the entrance with Cove. His dad would be returning to pick you up in a few minutes, as promised. You both threw your empty smoothie cups into the nearby trash can. You looked out the glass doors and noticed the rain finally stopped falling. There might be a chance to enjoy the outdoors with Cove before it was time to face your moms.

You decided to wait outside. He stood next to you and sighed.

Cove: I’m sorry again.

Y/N: It’s okay, I couldn’t have asked for a better rainy day partner. Thanks for doing this with me.

You inched closer and smiled up at him. He grinned back, convinced that everything would be okay. You waited in a comfortable silence, satisfied with your own rebellious actions.

[ao3bronte]

when chaos reigns [the sirens come to play]

A Merman AU. (Rated T with some suggestive language.) Now on AO3!

[Prologue]

Covid-19 and covert relationships don’t exactly go hand-in-hand these days, but you really shouldn’t be touching anyone’s hands right now anyway.

…that is, unless you don’t belong to the same species.

Can Merpeople catch Covid-19? That’s debatable, but news doesn’t exactly flow freely from the depths of the South China Sea. Though we know very little about Merpeople and their ways of life, we do know that they rarely interact with humans, preferring to tear down their ships and rip apart their dams and levies in revenge for poisoning the oceans and seas with their human fossil fuels. 

But this isn’t a story about environmental politics, or Covid-19 for that matter. This is a story about love and about putting aside differences. In this tale, Marinette discovers that the term ‘scalie’ (ou écailleux, car nous sommes en France) doesn’t always refer to the commonly known adjective to describe fish skin. And Adrien, bless his heart, really does need to put on clothes when he’s not rocking a fish tail despite the fact that he’d much rather be naked (much to Marinette’s mortification). Anyway you slice it, Merpeople and humans simply aren’t supposed to be together — they’ve always been sworn enemies through and through — but no matter what alternate universe we find ourselves in, these two idiots in love will always find each other.

This is, undoubtedly, their story.

[Part 1]

It’s the beginning of March and Tom and Sabine aren’t taking any chances with this whole virus situation. Marinette seems to catch everything — illnesses, hands, the whole nine yards — and they’d already been talking about sending her down to the Cote d’Azur to spend the summer with her grandmother Gina Dupain in order to get away from Paris for a little while. The constant schoolyard bullying from Chloé Bourgeois has dragged Marinette down so many pegs that Sabine is almost relieved to see Macron call off school for the foreseeable future and books both her daughter and her husband a trip to Marseille before the entire country shuts down for good.

Marinette isn’t happy, of course, but what teen would be? Her friends are in Paris! The fashion is in Paris! She doesn’t want to stay in some sleepy little Mediterranean village where nothing ever happens! Do they even have Wi-Fi there?

It’s a valid question. Tom doesn’t actually know, but he chatters enough for the two of them as the high speed train takes them down the rails to the south of France. Marinette’s sulk lightens a little as he pulls pastry after pastry out of his luggage in the hopes of making his daughter smile just a little before dropping her off with his mother — he knows that their relationship is a little strange after Gina’s last visit to Paris but there’s nothing a little quality time together can’t fix. 

Petite Befana is one of those places you find on a postcard. Situated just on the edge of France and Italy, the fishing village’s brightly coloured houses gleam in the sunlight, peppered with lemon trees and winding alleys that seem to almost spill out into the sea. The beaches are craggy and feature small grottos and coves of underground caves that glimmer with seaglass when the sun hits them just right, hiding a pocket sized oasis here and there for the adventurous who like to explore at low tide. Gina likes it here because of the Place du Marché, but Tom often wonders as to the real reason why she’s settled in the quaint harbour after years of Eat, Pray, Loving around the entire planet after divorcing his father.

She’s certainly made friends with every woman in town by the looks of it. Along with her veritable swarm of bar-hopping friends, Tom keeps seeing a woman with pointed features and deep black hair with a violent red streak in it pop up on her Facebook page. They always seem to be in the same jazz club, not that Tom is really paying attention; if his mother wants to spend her golden years drinking negronis and dancing with her girlfriends, that’s up to her.

They disembark the train in Marseilles and take a bus to Toulon, then another bus to Petite Befana. Marinette is passed out and drooling on his shoulder by the end of it so Tom does as he always does and hauls her up like a sack of flour through the thick and winding labyrinths of cobblestone streets towards his mother’s apartment. Gina greets them once he eventually finds the place and, after tucking Marinette into the daybed in the guest bedroom, happily guzzles down the proffered beer on the terrasse overlooking the sea.

“I’ll try to come down as often as I can,” Tom assures Gina, not knowing just how bad of a clusterfuck 2020 was about to become. “I’m sure Marinette will come to appreciate all that Petite Befana has to offer.”

“I’ll take her down to the market tomorrow morning,” Gina assures him, patting her son’s beefy forearms. “There’s an older woman who sells the most beautiful fabrics and I already dusted off my old sewing machine. That should keep her busy.”

“Marinette’s never happier when there’s a project to complete,” Tom responds with relief, downing the rest of his Kronenbourg. “I bet she’ll have an entire closet full of clothes by the time the month is out.”

“And it should only take a month or two for this to blow over.” Gina jabs her thumb towards the television as the news of Covid-19 murmurs in the background amid the waves of the Med on the shore. “And then we’ll be back to normal before you know it!”

(...and we all know how that turned out.)

[Part 2]

Covid-19 affects a lot of people in a lot of different ways. Some feel stir crazy. Others enjoy the alone time. But Marinette? Well, she’s been trapped in the harbours of Petit Befana for three weeks now and our aforementioned heroine is already bored out of her skull. She’s made three dresses, four satchels and twenty two scrunchies with the leftover fabric because what else is there to do down here? Luckily, Covid-19 hasn’t quite affected Petite Befana like it has the other regions of France and Marinette is able to go outside at least...not that she wants to. 

There are more artisanal bakeries and charcuterie shops in Petite Befana than there are nightclubs and high end boutiques, which is odd for a village so beautifully situated on the coast of southeast France. Gina proudly boasts that her new home is often bypassed by the glitz and glam of Monaco; lavish superyachts and the seemingly endless stream of paparazzi prefer the glamour and uberwealth just west of their little village, leaving its sleepy inhabitants mostly alone to sell their goods to the tourists that stop by for a night on their bicycles and scooters. Marked with the Italian influences of its neighbour, Petit Befana truly is the little-known last stop on the famous Cote d’Azur which makes it an inspiring landscape for Marinette to discover…

...for all of four days. 

She’s already so over Covid-19 and, like any teenager, she’s getting more and more annoyed by the day that she can’t hang out with her friends! Why did Maman and Papa send her down here?! All she wants to do is get back to Paris and design! It’s not like there’s anything fun to do here anyway, besides play video games all day in her bedroom; the only places that offer free WiFi are closed and she can only play Animal Crossing for so long before her grandmother insists on making her get some fresh air. 

Ugh! 

Grumbling under her breath, Marinette pulls on her raincoat and stomps down the laneway from the terrasse towards the sidestreet where her grandmother’s 1920’s bastide-style home resides. From the cobbled alley, Marinette watches the colourful array of fishing boats land their day’s catch right up on the harbourfront and heads down despite the storm clouds brewing on the horizon.

“Bonjour!” A group of older men wave as she makes her way down the ancient steps, the pathway shaded by thick palms and cacti. She pauses just long enough to ask who’s winning their game of socially distanced pétanque before continuing her way through the pines towards the gravel and sand beaches that line the shore. 

The seafront is mostly boarded up, much to both Gina’s and Marinette’s disdain. Her grandmother used to spend most of her evenings at the jazz bar La Sirena with her friends, not that Marinette got to meet any of them. The lockdown shuttered pretty much everything the day after she kissed Papa goodbye and settled into her new life for the next month, but with three weeks already stretching into four, Marinette dejectedly wonders if she’ll ever see Paris again.

Passing the last brasserie on the boardwalk, Marinette leaves civilization for the long stretches of barren coastline. There’s all sorts of little inlets and grottos here and there, especially as she gets closer and closer to the Italian border. Unfortunately, it’s only April, which means it’s rainy, generally unpleasant and completely and utterly empty on the beach.

“No one to talk to, nothing to do…” Marinette sighs and tries to kick a piece of driftwood, only to miss it with her foot in true Marinette style. The faux pas — quite literally — sends her screaming and flailing her arms like an octopus on a ceiling fan as she dramatically plummets face first onto the wet, slimy gravel.

She groans and pushes herself up on her hands and knees, wincing as sea-weathered stones dig into her palms and kneecaps. Marinette is, above all, a walking disaster in every sense of the word — sometimes she wonders if the powers that be seek out to deliberately punish her with embarrassing things like this on purpose for their own amusement. 

(ಸ_ಸ … *cough* Zag *cough*)

Marinette whimpers as she wipes chunks of seaweed and brownish foam off her cheeks and chin. At least no one was around to see her fall over — thank god — but she’ll still have to do the laundry when she gets home. She’s covered in muck and little bits of oily slime that are sure to stain if she doesn’t wash it out soon. Marinette grimaces as she tries to shake it off of her hands; humans really have done a number on the seas and oceans...like, why is her front so sticky? She glances at some of the garbage on the shore as she sits on her haunches and wonders if the news has it all wrong. Maybe the merpeople taking potshots at rich people on yachts with old cans and plastic sea trash really do have the moral upper hand…

Marinette, being Marinette, would have continued to stare dazed and confused into space well into the afternoon had it not been for the impossibly shiny something or other sparkling in the grotto straight ahead.

[NEXT PART...]

[jron]

The mermaid (and the merman, though they’re so rarely seen that many doubt their existence) surely must have evolved from people who live on the land. Their skin is smooth, they grow hair, they breathe air, and many have been known to shriek or even—in some cases—to speak. But no one I knew in town had ever met one, or at least had never told me. Then again, I wasn’t inclined to share everything with them, either.

I thought about this, about evolution and other theories, letting my mind wander, as I sat on the short pier watching the sun on the waves. We called this slapped-together contraption the boat dock, but it was more of a tiny fishing pier than anything, and was submerged at high tide. My mind drifted over to how long this version of it might last with that constant dunking.

Today, for the past several hours at least, I was above the water by a foot or two, depending on the height of the gentle waves themselves. Another ten feet or so below them, long strands of seaweed swayed in the sunlight.

I had been waiting here since before sunrise, hoping to see her again, and I was starting to feel stiff and hungry. At least the sun was beginning to warm me up, even if it was making me sleepy. I had no idea why she kept coming here, but she got a little closer each time. I liked to think I was building a level of trust.

Between the waves in the distance I saw a dark shape bob up briefly, disappear, then bob up again. Or so I thought. The tiny shape didn’t seem to reappear in the same place. Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me. It was so hard to tell, and the glare off the water wasn’t helping any. Still, I stared at the waves in the hope I’d see another dark dot. Why couldn’t she have come earlier n the day, like she did the last time?

Aside from my own discomfort, it probably didn’t matter what time she decided to appear. This part of the coast was far from town, and not many people ever came to this pier, since it wasn’t high enough to avoid the tides, wasn’t great for fishing, and was already starting to rot away. But I suspected she didn’t want others to see her, and coming this late increased the risk, however small, of that happening. I pushed away a worry that she’d already come and gone, and I hadn’t seen her.

In my peripheral vision, the seaweed below me shifted, and with only the sound of a few drips of water I was suddenly faced with a pair of round blue-black eyes staring back at me. I must have jumped, or looked startled, because she gave a squeaky and scratchy-sounding laugh, with the widest smile I’d ever seen.

This was the closest she had ever come to me, just over an arm’s length away from the pier, but I was too terrified to reach out. My instinct told me that her laugh and smile were meant to be friendly, but I was also aware that might just be wishful thinking on my part. So I smiled back at her, leaning forward carefully, curious how my small mouth and white teeth must look compared to hers. Because for the first time ever, I was seeing her face.

Her teeth were narrow, pointed and golden yellow, with spaces between them all. As she laughed, head back, her wide-set round eyes turning to slits, I could only think that there must be too many of those teeth to fit in anyone’s mouth, even one so broad. I had a vague awareness that I was no longer smiling, and she stopped abruptly. Her mouth shut and lips puckering, her eyes suddenly round again, she stared at me.

With apparent concentration, she inhaled and rasped out, “Neeed.”

Her dark arms were just under the surface of the water, and as she spoke I caught a glimpse of her hands, lighter in color, shaking with the effort of speech.

“You need? Need what?” I asked, hoping she might know more than those two words. Otherwise I was frozen, afraid to breathe after my questions, as if any other attempt to communicate would gravely offend her and she’d disappear. Or, alternatively, rip out my throat. At this point, I wasn’t sure which option frightened me more.

“Need. Walks!” she added, and placed her hand on the wood of the pier, gripping it between webbed, sharply-clawed fingers. She pointed across the waves with her free hand, the soft brown skin of her arm fully exposed, glistening wet in the bright morning sun.

With her long hand on the pier, so near to me, I suddenly became aware of her large size. Her shoulders looked as narrow as mine, but her arms and neck were gracefully long and thick. Her small chin defined the transition from her neck to her face, which was perfectly smooth. My view of the rest of her body was refracted by the water, but I had the sense of a curving figure that reached to the tips of the seaweeds and swayed in rhythm with them.

Simply put, I was terrified. What need could I, small embarrassing and awkward me, possibly fill for this powerful creature? What conceivable purpose could I ever serve for this, this goddess, out there somewhere across the water, where she seemed to be pointing? How could I even survive trying to help?

I heard barking and shook myself back to the moment. I looked to my right toward where the shore curved around to form this small cove. The noise was coming from over the dunes, there was still no one else here but us.

“It’s ok, he’s far away,” I said as I turned back to face her.

But at that point, so was she. In those brief seconds she had silently moved from the pier, far enough that I could barely see her face. I jumped to my feet to get a better view. The shells and bits of glass I had seen tied in her silvery hair caught the sunlight, confusing my eyes as those sparkles blended with the reflections off the waves. The longer I strained to see her, the more confused my eyes became. Were there several faces that appeared and quickly vanished?

While I squinted and shielded my eyes, she suddenly rose higher, her face now above the waves. Yes, that was her, just her. Below her shoulders her chest sparkled with a rippling silver that matched her hair. She pushed her arms down as she completed her rise, and in a loud voice as raspy as a whisper, but loud enough to reach me, sharply demanded, “NEEED you.”

She twisted in the air and plunged her shoulder into the water. With two silent kicks she was gone. The perfectly matched movements I saw all around her suggested that her escorts had all gone as well, in one rapid and barely perceptible motion.

As I stood there with my flannel shirt flapping hard against the cold wind, I knew one thing for certain. I would be back even earlier the next day, and ready. What I was getting ready for, how I’d prepare, and what I actually expected to do, well, that was all still a complete and total mystery.

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You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 4)

Chapter title: Pain Cuts Deep

A/n:  HI HELLO!! This sucks lol! no seriously im so sorry that this is so bad!! although some stuff was revealed!! also also..whats up with patton? and remus? And all of them! Aaa !! Anyway i hope you enjoy even though its trash and make sure to leave me comments!

Also yes Im keeping Dolion because then I can have... janus ;)

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 3516

summary: The group is scattered and needs to make a plan soon.

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars, blood, fighting, stabbing, pain

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“Are you alright Patton?” Logan whispers, guiding the horses into a hidden cove of the forest, followed by the rest of the group. The prince swallows, the images couldn't stop running through his mind, staining the memories permanently in his mind. He doesn't understand why it set a quick blaze and a blush to rise in his face. Logan takes his hand, stopping them, his glazed eyes stare curiously.

“Im alright” Patton promises, hopefully the shadows hide away his blush. Logan looks doubtful but nods anyways, the others in tow. Prince Roman helps an unsteady Virgil practically tumble off the horse, a quick shove to a giggling Roman. Prince Remus follows suit with Dolion, though he is much more graceful and regal stepping off the horse. “Follow Logan into the cove, through the hanging leaves.” Patton guides, they follow suit.

“Good luck” Logan gives Patton's hand a gentle squeeze. The prince nods, giving Nork a sweet pat before Logan leads them away. Once the clearing is empty, he takes to the amulet around his neck, his hand enveloping the magical touch.

“As we search for cover in this mossy forest cove, let no one uncover or discover what's hidden in the mangrove” He chants, a sweet spur of magic dances around him, green flecks as they follow his spell. They take a moment to give Patton an entrance, once hes safely inside the dank dwelling they shut the group away from the outside world, protected from magic and tyrants above. He whispers a quick spell watching his hands engulf in safe flames, the light allows him to regroup with the others.

“Is it done?” Logan cautions, Patton nods feeling exhaustion hit him.

The sight was something. The wet stone was not faint of aroma, the moss that encircled the area was refreshing. The horses seemed to enjoy the small yet spacious patches of grass that led out the other side into a hidden pool of water. Remus, regal as always, lied flat on his back snoring away already. The gray stone may present itself as hard yet the prince seemed so cozy. Patton almost wanted to join him.

Logan sat ever so sweet under a shaded area, in the intersection of the cove leading out into the pond. He read his book, a routine while he ran his hands through a sleepy Nork’s mane. The horse sat next to him, almost as if he had forgotten what animal he was and was content to act as a smaller one. Thank god the space let him.

Dolion and Virgil seemed inseparable, they both sat with their feet splashing away in the water, their muddy boots by their side. The pair spoke in hushed whispers, hesitation to trust the characters around them, finding solace in the similarity of their situations. Patton did find his heart tug at him as he watched however, their soft delight at each magical essence this strange world presented was something that never got old and something you just couldn't deny.

Finally Roman, Patton had to admit, the sight was hard to watch. The prince stood against the rock in the corner with a bland look to his face. He watched the prince skip stones across the pond, bored, his crown that typically rested perfectly upon his head now flopped a bit with no sight in mind to fix it. Romans steed, Dracaena, neighed in concern but had no qualms about returning to her important task of chomping away at the grass around her.

“I wonder if she would be more comfortable in her other form?” Patton inquires, catching Romans ear instantly.

“I think the same, I sense she's eager to be on alert in case of danger though” He expresses. Patton nods understanding, though he did miss the vicious, mischievous creature, he understands. “I don't believe we will be staying for long, correct?” Romans body shakes with impatience. His clear want to ride through the open fields with a hunger for victory was clear. Patton could feel the fiery passion that boiled his blood, not that he needed his powers for that. The amulet strung on Romans neck was alight with the amber blaze.

“I'm not sure Ro” He glanced towards the foreigners, their anxieties at bay for now. “There is alot to process and we mustn't put innocents in danger over our own goals” Patton explains, Roman knows he speaks only truths but still his anger was unkempt. “For now though, we are safe and this gives us ample time to come up with a plan...a much needed one” He reminds stringing his arm through Romans. This releases a chuckle from the prince. “Come, for it was not I who led the battle of Sarcane to victory, but you our brave warrior at the front line”

“Well I had assistance” He smiles at the newly appeared dragon that rested upon his shoulder, a quick breath of fire in excitement.

“But of course, much credit to Dracaena” Patton gives the creature a sweet pet, adoring the soft murmur of affection. “Now come before Logan and Remus tear eachother apart”

~~~

“My opinion?” Virgil gasps with a vile sarcasm. “I think you're all insane and i'd like to wake up from this nightmare!” He shouts, ending with a bite and smirk. Should Roman find that defense so pulsing for his heart?

“I do indeed second that” Dolion whispers with a yawn, the cross-legged boy sits sleepily next to Remus. He holds in another sign of his tiredness before settling very lightly onto the prince's shoulder. He hadnt meant to but he simply couldn't keep his focus much longer, and the prince was there. Remus froze of course, terrified to move, he didn't want to wake the boy. And he surely didn't want to call attention to his reddened face.

“Maybe it would be wise for us to rest for the evening,” Patton suggests. Logan huffs shutting his book, the maps and scribbles collected quickly by him. He shakes his head, muttering to himself walking to a secluded corner. “Lo” Patton sighs, he eyes the others asking them to set up the proper conventions for the night before following his quiet friend.

“We dont have time to rest!” He utters, throwing his items away from him, Patton quickly waves his fingers making sure they dont sink into the water. “Thank you” Logan stubbornly acknowledges, watching the prince delticaltyl stack his things next to him. “We must prepare Patton”

“Lo we dont even know what we’re up against” Patton sits beside him, the stars shine through the only opening, reflecting delicately upon the water. “Everything escalated much too quickly” He takes his friends hand, it always eased them both.

“You and I both know that he will be coming soon” Logan reminds, the image of the army marching towards them, led by the figure of whom Logan speaks flashes familiar in Patton's mind.

“Yes but we mustn't allow it to consume our minds as of now” Patton assures “You need rest as much as everyone else, for now we are safe” They hear wild giggles from behind them, turning to see the four enjoying their time. Remus dances kookily around the cover, Roman finishing his meal with delight as he watches Dolion and Virgil quite entertained. “Even in darkness, a light can shine through to guide you” Patton whispers, Logan nods from behind him, he takes the words to heart. “Ill take first night!” Patton announces, receiving no arguments from the group. He goes to stand but feels a tug at his hand.

“Promise me i'll see you in the morning” Logan begs, the soft features catching his eyes. “Come back to me?” He worries, the forest though magical and enchanted was not short of danger. A gentle Patton places his gloved hands on Logan's cheek.

“Always and forever” He swears, Logan nods, the exhaustion now dawning him. “Get some rest Logan, your mind has been at work for much too long”

“Agreed” He yawns, he rolls out his makeshift cloth, a comfy pillow and takes what little warmth he has. Quickly Patton watches him follow into his dreams. The shivering did hurt him just a tad, so when he knew no eyes were watching him, a quick spell he cast.

“On this cold and fateful night, give him warmth, give him light” Patton watches the amber flecks dance before shrouding Logan. He smiles to himself before taking his bow and horse and makes his way to the front.

~~~

“Patton!” He would be lying if he said he hadn't jumped, for the voice, though cheery came at the blackest of moments.  Emile and his graciousness fluttered to where the Prince lay sleepily on his horse, trying his hardest to keep awake. Though what protection could he grant with his bow on the floor and his arrows scattered. He was delighted to see the godfather however.

“Emile, your sorcery” He greets, allowing the fairy to fix him up, feeling the boost of energy boil through him. “How did it go?” Patton questions, adjusting his position.

“I was able to clear my own name of crime and reinstate my position but the royal guard is on the hunt just as suspected” He explains. “They're sending out the cavalry”

“Goodness not Remy!” Patton whispers furiously. Emile nods solemnly. “The King is truly going all out...but why?” Patton wonders “What does he know about these foreigners that we mustn't, and what does my needing to get a suitor hold over the kingdom?” His thoughts pour out of him. Emile shrugs as he fiddles with the flowers around him, watching the echinopsis dance around him. He heals the ones that had not been tended with pleasure before summoning a treat for Nork. “We can't stay here then, when morning befalls us we must travel once more” He sighs

“I will do my best to keep you updated, I must go now my dear prince, but I shall visit soon again” Emile promises, an understanding nod from Patton and the godfather disappears in a dazzling shower of light.

Luckily the night went on without any incidents, Patton scoured the area, took Nork for a calming venture before returning to the hideout as the sun came to fruition. He remained outside, reading through one of his many books he had tucked away, Nork allowed him to sit easy while he grazed the small land.

“Good morning” He heard from behind him. Logan emerged from the dangling leaves, a yawn escaping him. “What, might I inquire, are you perusing?” Logan questions, Patton shows him the novel. “Ah very well, I do adore flowers”

“As do I” Patton agrees, he shuts the book marking his page, stuffing it carefully into his sack. Logan observes the area, his eyes admiring every small inkling and detail that surrounded him. Patton extends his hand, a sweet smile. “Care for a morning ride?” He asks, Logans excitement may have begun with his curiosity for the world but it only grew with Patton's proposal. He takes his hand as he had done many times before and allows Patton to hoist him behind him. The simple buzz Patton experiences as he felt Logans respectful hands wrap their way around his waist and his head rest easy on Patton was something he would simply never ever fail to love.

Scratch that… as Logan laughs timidly while they rush through the saplings of the forest, the love that filled his eyes and the mental notes he saw the prince take, the giggle that escaped as water splashed his face

That was something he would never fail to love

Logan..

Logan was something he would never fail to love

~~~

“I swear to god princey if you don't shut up i'm going to tape your mouth shut” Virgil moans, his head falling into his hands. Roman feels taken aback, the shock of such disrespect and yet the almost...excitement from the nickname was something else.

“For such disrespect the kingdom could have your tongue” He retorts, his face hot with anger but almost wanting to engage.

“And yet here you stand with your tongue” Virgil teases, he hears a faint smoky laugh from Dracaena, she slithers away from a silent Roman nestling into his lap. At first hes frightened, but the soft purring spreads a warmth over him. Roman...well despite feeling mocked...enjoyed the gentle view. He takes a place next to Virgil, watching the young teen flip curiously through some of Logan's journals while keeping a steady pet on the dragon.

“What do you think you're doing!” Speaking of the prince, Logan rushes into the room, fuming with shy anger. “Those are my journals! My property!” A scrambled Patton follows him, a look of anticipation for though rare, Logans outbursts were...unpleasant. He quickly snatches them away from Virgil, a glare towards the black haired boy. “Only I and a select few…” He glances towards Patton, did his defenses fall? “Have access! So stop touching others things!” He demands

“And so with Logans anger boiling, and Virgils own fury at storm the two are at odds, will they be able to ban together for a new threat approaching fast?” Remus spouts, Roman takes his side instantly knowing the pain that would come. “I hate it, I hate it” Remus sputters, the sweat fast approaching. Dolion, who while he enjoyed the princes antics found nothing charming as of yet, was intrigued by the sad honesty of the pain. “With that! The group should begin on their way” He barely manages, tears forming as Roman aides him.

“What does-” But Virgil is quickly cut off by the distant sounds of shouts, determination as each beautiful thing in the forest is stomped by power and raging fury. “Oh”

“Nork!” Patton calls, Logan stuffs his books away before allowing Patton to assist him on the horse. “Come now, we haven't much time” He signals to the others. Roman whispers a quick check to his brother, Remus nods. Though pained, he's ready to flee on his own steed. Unsure, Roman calls to Dracaena. She flies away from Virgil before a mist of shrouded light appears and a midnight horse takes her place.

“Coming?” Roman questions, extending his hand to Virgil. The teen rolls his eyes but joins the prince. “Hold on” He warns, and though his own blush denies him, Virgil grips tight to Roman. He watches as Dolion helps Remus to his own horse.

“Estrella” He whispers sweetly, the horse neighs with affection. This fragile moment tugged at Dolion, he missed his own home. New Orleans seemed like such a distant place, Luna, his cat could still be heard purring. “Up up and away” He jokes, Dolion takes the reins, thanking his mother for the horse riding lessons. He doesn't even mind when Remus collapses on his back, the warmth of the prince was...nice.

“On my signal” Patton heeds, and so one by one they gallop through the woods. The horses follow one another, protecting each other from danger and shielding themselves from the public eye. They reach an opening after what seemed like hours, the rope burning on Dolions hands was almost too much to bear. Remus had healed so they switch positions. It seems the sun was setting which set off a yawn in Virgil. He grew more comfortable on Roman, practically hugging him. Not that the prince minded, he enjoyed their journey. And his mind couldn't stop thinking about ...one particular-

“-Moment!” Virgil huffs “Just give me one moment” He slides off Dracaena, clutching his stomach. The group decides to take a rest near the waterfall, Logan leans against a tree and begins reading. Roman makes sure Dracaena is secured before following Virgil to where he sits by the lake.

“Are you alright?” He questions, sitting next to him.

“I feel...sick” He groans, Roman finds his little puffed features adorable. “It just keeps...making noise” He points to his stomach. Roman fiddles with the glass before pulling something from his satchel.

“You haven't eaten have you?” He shakes a small container holding delectable treats. Virgil scrunches his face in realization. “Here” he opens it, pulling out what seems to be a biscuit. Through his own habit he goes to feed Virgil. Virgil takes the first one, before both take a second to come to reality. “Apologies” He rubs the nape of his neck, Virgil laughs watching crumbs fly out. “Habit I guess”

“Fwo wat?” Virgil swallows his food, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the crumbs that had escaped

“Well when I had to meet suitors I had to charm them.” He explains, I suppose the mindless princesses my father found for me enjoyed being treated like a baby” Virgil snorts, Roman would love to hear that sound more.  “ Oh but thats just a few of them! Ive met so many amazing ladies of royalty, each so smart and strong” he muses

“And yet here you are...alone” Virgil notes, he wasn't going to lie. Roman was the spitting image of every disney prince. He should have been scooped up by now.

“Heh...I suppose the shoe...just hasn't fit yet” He gulps, the truth of his uncertainty was something he had only ever confessed to Patton. He wasn't even sure! And yet even with his doubts...No Roman. Once all of this has calmed, you will return home, a perfect princess will be ready for you and you may rule.

Better that,  than living the torute he watched his brother endure. He takes a peek back at Remus, he sits giggling away with Dolion, the look he gives the foreigner was one he had only seen once before. He did miss Janus, he was a wonderful fencing coach, and always challenged the twins. But no one missed him more than Remus.

Ugh! Roman enough! This is ridiculous. You're being ridiculous. You don't know anything, you've never tried anything.

Ok so maybe he didn't enjoy the entire scene, but...he takes a quick peek at the curious raven haired boy, he enjoyed Virgil.

No Roman...

For the crown

For the kingdom.

He looks to Patton. Follow his example, he tells himself. The prince didn't just have a kingdom on his shoulders, he had the entire land of which they rode across. He had endured more suffering than anyone.

But he laughed away the idea of a suitor, he walked away from it

Roman purses his lips...he did, didn't he?

So why can't you

~~~

“Are you alright?” Logan whispers from his position. Patton coughs coming back from whatever daydream he was engaged in. He tightens his hold on the reins, nodding away his suspicion.

“Yes of course, are you?” He wonders. Logan doubts his answer but shrugs it away.

“I am, I am more than ready to find a resting spot. I simply must show you these new spells, and oh the mus…” He rambles on, Patton listens, he does but suddenly the world goes silent. He looks to Nork but finds scared darkness. He panics trying to find anything familiar until he hears a voice...his own.

Hes watching himself, he watches the scene that had been haunting his mind for days unfold once more.

“No stop” He tries to call out, but the fearful hoarse cry was nothing. His eyes follow as Future Patton races through the castle, fighting his way. He knows what's coming, he doesn't want to see it. Not again, not anymore… “Stop!” he cries, nothing changes, his future self continues on his path. Tears swell in his eyes as he tries to avoid seeing the tender moment but he can't peel away. He gasps in pain relief, preparing to return to his body.

“What a sad sight” He peeks through his tightly closed eyes. What's this? He doesn't remember this. The King had not spoken before. But now he spoke and moved. “He was brave, tougher than I thought” The King expresses, Patton watches himself keep a protective hold on the frozen Logan. “But he just wasn't strong enough”

Logan's figure collapses, Patton wastes no time kneeling beside him. Patton watches himself and Logan share a hush conversation, but his eyes quickly glance towards the towering figure. The King moves silently as he takes his sword. Fear quickly engulfed Patton. The prince wanted to cry out, scream, do anything, but all he could do was watch.

And listen to the ear piercing scream as the sword slashed its way into Logan. It became too much, The Kings dastardly laugh, Pattons desperate sobs, and the fades of Logans demise. Too much ...too much. Patton clutched his head before the world went black and he felt himself hit a grassy meadow. His eyes fluttered only to catch Logan jump off of Nork and rush to his side. He heard mumblings and worries but soon he lost all senses and fell into a deep sleep.

But not a pleasant one.

Not with the images flashing their way through his head.

He had to change it, he had to.

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Charmberry Cove Chapter Seven.

Chapter Name: Weekend Whimsey: Saturday.

Wordcount: 5,062

AO3

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6.

Taglist: @aularei, @softest-emo or I guess it’s @oh-itscherry now? 

When Logan wakes he realises that he’s the first to do so, no matter though he’ll just quietly leave the rest to slumber, so he decides to leave the room as to not disturb anyone.

Well, he would like to not disturb anyone but Remus is clinging to him, he sighs reaching for his glasses that he placed securely under Roman’s bed and now to stealthily remove Remus from his extremities but it’s not as easy as he thinks, Remus’ arm is around his torso and his leg wrapped around his own.

He picks up Remus’ arm and as he does Remus snuffles, mumbles and turns himself over to cuddle the body on the other side of him who just so happens to be Patton; who is snuggled up to Virgil.

He gets up and quietly opens the door and closes it behind him, he descends the stairs and walks into the kitchen where Valerie is sitting at the table with Thomas having coffee.

“Hey there Lo” Thomas greets “I’m guessing Patty’s not awake yet?”

“Good morning Thomas, no he is not, he’s stuck in a cuddle pile but I could probably go get him if you want me to” he offers.

“Nah he can wait, no point in waking everyone” Valerie waves off “jam toast for breakfast Logan?”

He sits at the table “yes please.”

“you’re always so polite” Valerie remarks.

“Right?” Thomas agrees with a chuckle “I wonder where he gets it from, cause it’s not from Joan and Talyn.”

“I’m gonna tell them you said that” Valerie laughs back.

Some toast pops up from the toaster, apparently she was already making some, she puts in some more bread and then gives him the toast and jam jar.

“Thank you” he says and starts to butter the toast.

Valerie and Thomas continue chatting while Logan eats, when he starts on his second slice Remus bounces down the stairs, Roman is sleepily trudging behind.

Remus smiles when he sees Thomas and loudly says “oh hey Thomas!”

Roman stops right at the bottom of the stairs not stepping into the kitchen quite yet, from where Logan is sitting he can see Roman fix his hair and brighten his face from his sleepy one before striding into the room, Logan rolls his eyes.

“Hello Thomas! Good morning mother!” Roman greets as he goes to the cupboard to fetch the Captain Crunch.

“Good morning my little royals” Valerie says.

“Morning boys, I’m just here to drop off Patton’s inhaler, won’t be intruding on your weekend for long.”

“You can never intrude Thomas, you are always welcome” Roman proclaims.

“He should be down soon” Remus informs, pouring milk into a bowl than putting a handful of cereal in and while he takes his first bite Virgil and Patton come in the kitchen groggily “shee?” Remus says with a mouthful, pointing his spoon in their direction.

They both walk to the table like they’re zombies, it doesn’t help that Patton’s glasses are on the top of his head and not in front of his eyes. Patton is leading them over and when he bumps into a corner of the table he whines at the impact but deposits himself on a chair with no more hassle and then lays his head on the table top.

Thomas snickers “hey kiddo” he lays his hand on Patton’s back, Patton moans sleepily in answer “I brought your inhaler.”

Virgil is staring at Thomas with surprise “you say ‘kiddo’ too” he notes.

Thomas smiles “sure do” he agrees.

“It’s, just that I’ve only heard my Pops say kiddo is all” he says like he feels he needs to explain himself.

Thomas chuckles “where do you think I picked it up from?”

Virgil startles at that “you know my parents?”

“Yeah, they used to babysit me when I was like nine or something, I’m glad you guys are back.”

Virgil looks confused “’you guys?’ I’ve been here before?”

Thomas and Valerie share a confused look themselves.

“Yeah, they didn’t tell you anything? You guys lived here for almost a year when they first got you” Valerie explains.

“Yeah I’m surprised you don’t remember anything, you were almost four when you left” Thomas says.

Virgil’s face contorts into one of contemplation.

Interesting Logan thinks.

~0~

They’re all eating breakfast with different levels of awareness, Virgil is thinking about why his dads haven’t said anything to him about this, though he supposes they haven’t really been super honest with him since moving here, with their secrets and such.

“So” Valerie starts “what are you boys doing today?”

Roman swallows his food before answering “we’re going to go to the quarry to swim.”

“Oh that sounds fun, be careful out there” Thomas comments and stands up, he takes an inhaler out of his pocket, placing it in front of Patton (who is still not wearing his glasses and is slowly munching on toast.) “I’ve gotta go now, but don’t forget this when you go out to play alright Patty?”

Patton mumbles something and nods to Thomas slowly, Thomas only chuckles “someone please inform him when he’s awake” he kisses the top of Patton’s head and goes to leave.

“Farewell Thomas” Roman crows “and worry not! I shall keep dear Patton safe!” He makes an over the top hand sweep; he’s the most extra person Virgil has ever met, and he was best friends with Dee.

Thomas smiles “thanks kiddo, I know I can count on you” and he’s out of the door.

Roman pouts at the word ‘kiddo’, Virgil snickers and Remus snorts while shoving Roman.

“Shut up” Roman huffs.

“Didn’t say anything bro.”

Valerie gathers the dishes with an affectionate eye roll “when are you guys planning on leaving? And do you want me to pack a lunch?”

“Maybe an hour” Roman says.

“Uh” Virgil cuts in, they look his way “we, we can go to the café for lunch… if you guys wanna” he suggests.

“Fine with me” Valerie laughs “I’ll leave the cooking to the professionals then; how are you getting to town center, need a ride?”

“Biking!” Remus chirps.

“I brought my bike” Patton mumbles, he’s leaning his cheek on his hand to keep it upright, his eyes are still closed.

Virgil nudges Logan “is Patton always like this in the morning?”

Logan nods “yes, Patton has a hard time waking up, he’s not much of a morning person but just wait another ten minutes or so and he should be hyper again.”

“Lock up when you leave, I need to head out soon too” Valerie says.

“Alright mom” the twins chorus.

~0~

“Alright!” Roman announces while they’re all putting their shoes on “we have three bikes and five people, who’s doubling up?”

“Well” Logan begins “you and Remus both have pegs on your bikes so logically someone would be with you two, I can go with Remus and Virgil can ride with you.”

He smiles, yes, yes you can go with Remus.

He turns to look at his twin, who has his own smile in place at the suggestion.

Really Roman wonders how neither of them notices the obvious pining; they’re not smooth in any regards, not like he is.

“I’m sorry, we’re doing what?” Virgil asks, Roman turns his gaze to the emo.

“You and Nerd Alert there are going to stand on out bike pegs, what of that is confusing to you?”

“Isn’t that, oh I don’t know… dangerous?” he says with snark.

“Well, if you think that’s dangerous, I don’t want to know what you’re going to think about what we’re doing today.”

“You said we’re going swimming” he says accusingly.

“We are; how are you with heights?”

“They’re fine” he replies warily.

“Then you’ll be fine” he pats Virgil’s shoulder.

“Well this bodes well” Virgil mumbles.

“If it makes you feel better, we do this all the time and I can look into today if you would prefer me to” Logan offers.

“Mmnah, that’s alright, you don’t need to do that.”

“Let’s go then!” Roman says impatiently.

“Don’t twist your panties in a knot bro, we’ve got the whole day to do shit” Remus says but he’s he first one out the door excitedly rushing to his bike, leading the rest of them outside.

Roman mounts his trusty steed, his beautiful shimmery red and gold bike.

Virgil is hovering around him, he looks unsure of what to do, so Roman instructs him.

“Alright, so just put one foot on a peg, hold on to my shoulders and then when we take off put your other foot up, got it?”

Virgil doesn’t look too sure about it but he complies.

“I’m gonna die today” he mumbles as he holds on to Roman’s shoulders.

He looks around to find that everyone else is ready to go.

“Let’s ride!” He declares and starts to pedal, Virgil wraps his arms around his neck in surprise, but he settles back quite quickly.

~0~

The bike ride to the forest path that leads to the quarry is a short one, they didn’t really need to ride there, but it’s just easier than going back for the bikes later he supposes.

They ditch the bikes at the tree line out of the roads way to walk the rest of the way there.

Virgil thinks that’s too trusting to leave them there like that, but he surmises that in a town like this it probably doesn’t matter.

Remus and Patton are at the front of the trail leading the way, Virgil and Logan are placed in the middle and Roman takes up the end; he’s swinging a branch around like a sword.

The forest is gorgeous, he doesn’t think he’s ever been in a forest like this before, it just tingles with life and beauty and everything is bright on the trail.

“How long are we going to be walking through here?” He asks.

Logan answers “it goes uphill so we’re going to have to hike some of the way, but it’s going to take approximately fifteen minutes.”

“Approximately? I thought you would have things like time down to the second.”

“I don’t look into things that don’t particularly matter, and anyway I’ve been on this trail a considerable amount of times to know how long it will take.”

“Right… are, are there things in this forest?”

“Things?” Logan inquires.

“Like, creatures” he reiterates.

“Oh yes, plenty. Many a creature lives in these woods, but as long as we don’t stray from the path we should be fine.”

“Should be?” Well that’s reassuring.

“You have nothing to worry about Virgil, Patton can calm almost any beast.”

“Almost?”

“Yes, there are some that are… more aggressive and feral than others and feelings don’t do a whole lot to them, but they usually don’t stalk around this part of the forest.”

“Usually? Logan man, you gotta stop using words like that.”

“My apologies, would you be more at ease if I look into our trek there?”

It would be, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s using Logan, even though he did offer to do it.

Roman slings his arms over their shoulders, scoffing.

“Pssh, you don’t need the psychic to tell you everything will be fine, for I am here to protect you all” he boasts.

Logan looks slightly annoyed as he knocks Roman’s arm off of him. “Not a psychic” he simply replies.

Roman sticks his tongue out at Logan.

Virgil shrugs Roman off as well which makes Roman pout.

“And who do you think you are? A knight? A prince maybe?” He asks sarcastically.

“Precisely!”  Roman crows with a flourish of the sword branch.

Virgil snorts “alright there Princey.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I’ll take it.”

The banter really took his mind off of the maybe doom of the forest because Remus yells out to them.

“I can see the parting of the trees! We’re almost there!” and then he sprints off.

“Remus! Watch your step you can fall!” Patton yells out, rushing after the reckless boy.

They break through the tree line not long after and the view is just, amazing.

The quarry is surrounded by cliff from all sides and the forest on the other side seems never-ending.

From where he’s standing he can see a slope of rocks that lead down into the cliff, probably the way to the water he deduces.

The others start taking off their top clothes to reveal bathing suits underneath, Remus is the first one done; Roman tries to grab Remus’ wrist to stop him from rushing off again but he’s too slow.

Remus runs at the cliffs side and jumps off, a few seconds later and too long for Virgil’s liking he hears a splash.

Oh. That’s why Roman asked about the heights thing.

He’s never jumped off a cliff before, even if there is water at the bottom.

Patton giggles at Roman’s squawk at his brother.

“Remus! We were going to go down to-“ he sighs “-he can’t hear me.”

“Guys” he gets their attention and they all turn to him “I’ve… never done something like this before, is there, like anything specific I should know to not hurt myself?”

“Don’t second guess yourself, just do it” Roman says.

“Also” Logan interjects “go feet first and make sure you jump far enough from the cliffs side and you’ll be fine.”

“Right right, all that safety stuff too” Roman flippantly says.

He nods in understanding.

Okay, it’s no biggie; just jumping off a cliff is all.

Oh man.

The other three move into a line at arm’s length from each other at the ledge.

Patton waves him over “c’mon we’re gonna jump together, stand next to me but at arm’s length kay?”

He lines up with them and looks down into the water, Remus is almost on the other side of the quarry looking up at them from his floating position on his back; he spits water out towards them.

Roman looks excitedly at them “okay, we back up and on the count of three we run and jump off the edge.”

Oh man, okay no second guessing, just do it.

“One.”

Ah shit.

“Two.”

He can do this.

“Three!”

And they’re running, they’re at the edge now and he pushes himself off the side as he jumps to get more air as to not hit the side of the cliff.

There’s butterflies in his stomach going down, it’s exhilarating, the wind rushes at him as he falls fast towards the water, he lets out a whoop of pure exhilaration as the adrenaline buzzes through him and before he knows it he’s hitting the waters cold surface.

Under the water is slightly disorienting for a few seconds but he can see which way is up from the blaring sun so he kicks his way up, it takes a bit longer than he expected it to be and he almost runs out of breath before breaking the surface with a gasp.

Everyone seems to have come up at the same time, all gasping and laughing, Virgil is right there with them.

“H-holy shit”- he breathes, letting out another laugh- “that was insane!”

Everyone is looking at him with smiles, Remus splashes him “city boy over here” he stage whispers with a goofy accent. “You like the adrenaline don’tcha?” He adds.

“It’s definitely different from what I’ve ever done before, it’s exciting and… and really fun” he smiles at his group of friends softly “I, I don’t think I’d ever have done something like this without you guys, so… thanks.”

“Aww Virge!” Patton coos, swimming towards him to give him a hug.

Roman shoves him but he’s smiling too “you’re a bit of a sap huh Stormcloud?”

“Shut up” he says splashing Roman in the face.

“Splash fight!” Remus yells sending a large one at Roman as well.

“Oh it is on” Roman growls playfully going to splash his twin back, but before he can a wave comes at him from Logan who just smirks at Roman’s glare “oh what? Is it attack Roman o’clock or something?”

“Maybe” Logan goads.

“You want some of this, nerd? I’ll wreck you.”

Logan raises an eyebrow “come at me” he narrows his eyes with an amused but cocky smirk “bitch.”

“Ohhhh!” Remus hollers, hovering a hand over his mouth and the other air dunking at Roman.

Roman launches himself at Remus rather than Logan and dunks him underwater.

Remus comes up laughing and rushing over behind Logan for cover.

“You can’t use him as a shield!”

“And why not huh?”

“Because that won’t save you!” he bellows then dives under the water, he swims quicker than Virgil thought he would cause in the next second both Logan and Remus are pulled under.

He and Patton are watching the spectacle with twin looks of amusement.

Patton looks at him mischievously “hey, wanna team up?”

Virgil smirks “definitely.”

~0~

When they emerge from under the water Virgil and Patton are gone.

Remus and Roman are splashing each other and making a general ruckus, but Logan is looking around trying to spot the other two.

He suddenly feels something grasp his ankle and he’s being pulled under again, but it’s not Roman this time.

The twins splashing ceases and their voices stop as well except for a muffled: “Logan? Virgil? Patton?”

He notices Patton smiling at him under the water as he and Virgil swim towards the twins.

They both yelp as they’re pulled under.

He swims up to the surface; Virgil and Patton soon follow.

They’re all gasping.

“I’ve never held my breath for that long before, it didn’t even hurt, a bit uncomfortable though” Virgil remarks.

“Patton probably made you calm enough to slow your heartbeat so you can stay under longer, he does it to himself all the time” he explains.

“He did kind of explain that to me, I just didn’t think it’d be that effective.”

“You dissin my power?” Patton cheekily says.

Virgil puts his hands up in front of his chest in mock surrender “oh no of course not.”

Patton nods “that’s what I thought” his tough façade breaks quickly into laughter though and he can’t keep the ‘scary’ face up any longer.

Roman and Remus come spluttering up.

“You two were under there suspiciously long” he says.

“Dunno what yer talkin ‘bout” Remus says looking to Roman “Roman? You know anything?”

Roman shakes his head “nope, no idea at all.”

“Oh no” Patton whispers “they’ve formed a truce.”

“It appears so” he replies.

“I’m guessing we’re all doomed then” Virgil says.

“Quite possibly, they are a force not to be reckoned with when teamed up.”

“Great, let’s bring it.”

Roman and Remus’ smiles are wide and asking for a challenge.

With that, an all-out water war begins.

~

The water war lasted for a while and even though he doesn’t think there was a victor, the twins are sure that it was them.

At the moment they’re back up on the cliff, drying off and basking in the sun.

Virgil’s stomach growls “heh, I didn’t eat much this morning” he says.

“It’s quite alright, should we head over to the café?” he directs the question at Virgil.

“Uh, yea can I just borrow someone’s phone to call my dad?”

“Here” Patton says handing Virgil his charm infested phone.

“Thanks” Virgil says as he gets up to walk off a little ways to talk.

When he gets back he affirms “yea we can go now.”

So they head back into the forest.

About six minutes on the trail they hear a loud howl shriek, they all pause in place.

“That’s not what I think it is… is it?” Patton asks uneasily.

“Can’t be, they don’t come to this part of the forest” he says, but he’s not confidant that it’s not one.

“Usually” Virgil whispers.

“Usually” he agrees turning to face everyone. “Okay we all know this, but Virgil does not, I am fairly sure that there is a Shadow Mimic not too far from us, do not believe anything anyone says unless you can see us speaking the words and try to stay out of its line of sight, we can’t fight it, the only thing that will kill it is an immense amount of fire. We’ll be safe once we hit the road but we need to be cautious until then.”

Virgil’s eyes are wide, he’s scared and Logan can’t fault him for that, he’s pretty sure all of them are scared.

They try to quickly and quietly make their way through the forest; the howls are nearing them though and everyone is on edge.

He’d look into it if it would be beneficial, but there are too many variables to go through to come up with a confidant and precise estimation to safety, so they have to go in blind and Patton can only do so much against a Shadow Mimic .

It’s close to them, but they’re almost at the end of the forest, just a bit further.

He looks behind them to where the latest howl came from and his stomach drops, it’s not far, he can see it in the distance and they’re fast; they just need to be faster.

They need to go right now; he can see where the trees end, they can make it.

He turns to everyone so they can see his lips move and tells them as calmly as he can to run for it.

They sprint to the forests end and all of them make it except Roman who trips and gets caught in an upturned root.

Logan freezes looking at Roman’s scared face, he doesn’t know what to do, his brain isn’t working, why isn’t his brain working? He can feel Patton sending out calming vibes to the creature to try and stall it, but that’ll only work at half power on a Shadow Mimic.

Remus goes to rush back in to help Roman and Logan’s brain boots up enough to grab hold of Remus to keep him out of the forest.

“You can’t fight it, you have to trust that Roman will get out” he tries to logic his way through to Remus but Remus is just squirming and screaming at him to let go.

“Ah fuck” Virgil hisses and sprints into the forest.

~0~

“Roman!” He yells as he runs towards his friend, he’s not sure what he’s doing but his fight instincts kicked in and now he’s going to what? Throw down with a fuckin Shadow Mimic? Whatever the fuck that is!

Roman looks to him in wide eyed fear “Virgil?” he squeaks.

He drops to his knees in front of Roman’s captured foot to help him escape.

“C’mon, c’mon” he growls as both he and Roman struggle to get the root to yield.

“Virgil it’s almost here” Roman’s voice is thick with fear.

“Just focus!” He snaps.

The root comes undone and as Roman’s foot is freed the Shadow Mimic pounces.

His instincts rush to him again and without thinking he turns and holds his hands out, palms towards the monster.

A wave of heat hits him as a large wall of fire engulfs the creature, it shrieks as it’s burned into ash.

He’s shaking.

What in the actual fuck was that?

He looks at his palms then to Roman who is also shaking.

“You, you saved me” Roman says in awe.

“Yeah well, what was I supposed to do? Let you die? Not on my watch Princey” he replies; Roman surges forwards to hug him.

The others are now rushing to them, Remus drops harshly to the ground to tackle his brother in a teary hug.

“You fuckin idiot! Watch where you’re running!” he clutches at Roman.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“We should go” Patton murmurs looking around and fidgeting “you guys okay?”

“Shaken and confused, but sure” he says.

“We can look into your new found power after we leave the forest, Shadow Mimics sometimes travel in packs” Logan says.

Well that’s enough for him to get up, he pulls the twins up with him, Roman limps a bit as they walk to the bikes.

Remus hitches on Roman’s bike this time around so he doubles up with Logan, it doesn’t change anything, they’re all still too shaken up to talk.

~

He can’t stop thinking about the fire, how it just came out of his hands at such a forceful power, how it immediately went out when the threat was gone and how nothing around it burned, like the only thing that can be affected was the thing that he wanted it to.

He has no idea how it happened or how he did it or even if he can do it again.

They arrive at the café in what feels like no time at all, he must have been so lost in thought that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings.

They walk through the doors and Pops greets them from behind the counter “hey kiddos! Hungry?”

“Uh” he flounders, not anymore he’s not.

They all share the same sentiment that Virgil does if their faces are anything to go by.

Pops gives them a concerned look but Logan interjects before he can say anything.

“Yes, we are. We need to regain our energy after swimming for so long.”

Who knew Logan was a good liar?

Everyone nods along to Logan’s statement.

“Alright” Pops says a little unsure but he doesn’t press them “just take a seat and I’ll be there in a sec” he tells them and then steps into the kitchen to no doubt talk to Dad about their weird behaviour.

The group trudges their way to their regular seats at the bay window, taking the same spots as last time.

Dad and Pops come to their table and hands each of them a menu.

“We just made these up, we’re just about ready for a grand opening” Dad informs, he looks at Virgil and he feels like he’s being scrutinized from behind those sunglasses.

“Your hands are really red Pumpkin, you okay?” He asks.

He looks down at his hands, just now noticing the slight sting from them.

“Uh yeah, just fell. I guess I scraped up my hands…”

He and Pops glance at each other, Pops’ face is indistinguishable but Dad looks agitated.

“So what’cha boys gonna have today?” He asks in a tone that doesn’t fit the look he was just wearing.

They all order their food, and they wait in relative silence when his parents walk away; only talking at a whisper at most and not at all when either parent is in the room.

When the food does come he feels hungry again, like the smell and sight of it just made him remember that he was.

It seems like most of them feel the same cause their whispered words are replaced with eating; except Roman who only picks at his food and barely gets any of it done.

~0~

Things have been kind of tense since the Shadow Mimic situation, even through their little whispery conversations.

He knows, he can feel every ones moods even if they don’t fully show them, but he can feel them as if they were spoken out loud.

After their meal they bike back to the twins house, they’re all a little bit loosened up when they get to Roman’s room in the fort where it’s comfortable and safe from prying eyes and ears.

Remus and Logan start up a video game, Virgil sits to watch but Patton can tell his mind is elsewhere.

And Roman isn’t even trying to pay attention, he’s sitting knees up to his chest staring off into nothing; wallowing in self-hatred.

He’s had enough of the solemnness; even Remus is muted, still shaken up from almost losing his brother.

“Hey guys” he says and his voice is quieter than he meant it to come out.

The game pauses and all eyes are on him now.

Oh gee.

“Um can I…” should he just let it be?

“Go ahead Patton” Logan encourages.

“Can I lighten the mood a bit, does anyone want that?”

“Please” Roman says.

Virgil shrugs.

“I don’t see why not” Logan says.

“Oh yea I don’t see what can go wrong there” Remus says sarcastically “but yea sure, fuck us up Patty!”

He smiles but it’s not in amusement, Remus is right, but he closes his eyes anyways to focus on lighting the air in the room to take everyone’s worries away.

It instantly has an effect and both Roman and Virgil sigh out in relief.

Remus turns to Virgil “fire powers huh?”

“Yeeeah, I don’t know what happened there, I was working on instinct and feeling”- he looks to Ro -“I couldn’t let anything bad happen and it just… overtook me.”

“The sensible thing to do would to be to ask your parents” Logan says “but I have a feeling you don’t want to do that.”

“Not yet, no… I, I heard my dad and uncle arguing about me the other day and I’m not sure what it was about.”

“Well that’s concerning” he says.

“You should snoop” Remus suggests.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea” Virgil retorts.

Remus shrugs “I would, I do it all the time.”

Roman snorts and shoves Remus “yea that’s cause you’re a creep.”

Remus laughs “guilty!”

“Can we rest for the rest of the day?” He asks.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m down for anymore adrenaline today” Virgil agrees.

“We can research your power tomorrow if we’re up for it” Logan proposes.

“And where would we go for that?” Roman asks.

“The library of course” Logan replies.

“Of course” Roman deadpans.

So they do basically nothing for the rest of the day, movies and video games and an early bedtime.

~0~

He runs down the dark corridor to the main chambers in a rush, the large cavern is illuminated with candles, The Leader is at the center, they’re doing something at the altar.

“How did the Shadow Mimic fair?” His Leader asks of him, he gulps.

“It’s dead” he flinches at his own words.

“What?” The Leader growls.

“Um, the boy killed it, big ‘ol fireball shot right out of his palms.”

“Damn it” The Leader hisses “he’s coming in to his powers, we must make haste, get out of my sight; I need to think.”

He scurries away quickly to let his Leader plot.

[fionacorraidhin]

The End of Kathenna Casibree

He’d slipped a little with her, but that was okay. He was able to use her exhaustion and make her think it was a bad dream. “You slept most of the way to Limsa,” he’d told her, stroking her sweat-dampened hair from her face. “I think you had a fever. You kept talking to me about being in danger. I think what you need is to bundle up in bed for the night, get a good sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” She had been too disoriented, between her sleepiness and the memory spell he’d evoked, so that her mind tumbled with lies. While she tossed and turned in her sleep, he watched her with disinterest.

It had been fun to break her mind, just a little. But she was easily broken, he realized. Hardly fun unless there was something worth breaking. It seemed his former master had already begun to destroy that psyche, which was a disappointment for Kehvan. What did intrigue him still was her whispered conversations that she had with the Voice, whoever that was. She’d screamed a few times during her dream, in between begging the other person to tell her what she’d done and to please let her go. 

“I want to see you.” 

Kehvan raised his head, fixing his attention back on her again. Again, another interesting turn. “Why do you want to see me,” he asked, not expecting an answer. Instead, she turned in the bed, her eyes open but blind, her lips stretched in a painful, grimacing smile. “Why do you want to see me,” he asked again, demanding an answer with his tone. 

“I want to see you suffer. I want to see you bleeding from every orifice in your body,” she cooed. “And while you’re bleeding, I want to slide myself through your stomach and into your heart to squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeeeze.” She groaned and writhed, her teeth clicking as she did. “I want to search your innards until I find your soul and eat ... you ... up. Bit by bit. Yalm by yalm.” She giggled when he rose. “I found you, didn’t I, Kehvan? You thought you could hide from me, but I found you. I found you! I FOUND YOU!” This time the laughter wasn’t some delicate laugh, but a full, growling sound that resonated from her throat. She screamed the words at him, spittle flying. “I FOUND YOU, YOU HEARTLESS PIECE OF DRAGON SHIT!” Her laughter filled the room until he thought he’d start screaming as well. Just as quick as it started, it ended on a sigh and she went lax. 

Wary though he was of approaching her, he eased onto the edge of the bed, ready to attack if she should still be infected. When she moved her hand across the bed, he jerked to a stand, avoiding her touching him. “Kehvan,” she whimpered his name, then withdrew, her pain-soaked eyes making him out in the darkness. “I think I’m sick again.” She rolled away from him, the blankets pulled tight around her body. He continued to stare at her, wide eyed and struggling to tamper down his own terror. The void had found him.

He had suggested a picnic, something to get her mind off her troubles. He claimed that she’d been in a bad stupor for days now, and he was sick of it. His meeting was delayed, anyway, and she had spent most of her time avoiding him. So he’d packed a basket for them and suggested they go down to a small cove he knew about. It was private, had a bit of open beach, and would be a nice place for them to have that talk. 

At first, they had kept at a leisurely stroll along the usual pathways. It might have been a good location to kill him and leave his body behind, but every time there seemed to be a chance for that privacy, there would be another person on the pathway. She was disgruntled and tired, and afraid that she would never get the chance to complete her plans.  ”There it is.” He pointed out the rocky shoals beneath them and began to make his way down a hidden path. “Come on, Kate,” Kehvan called over his shoulder, his dark hair brushing at his shoulders with every hurried step. She tried to climb over the rocky shore, her feet bare while he wore thin boots. It was almost as though a madness was pulling at him. “Come on, Kate,” he called again. She glanced up from the precarious path to find he was near the beach now, while she was still stumbling tiredly across the larger outcropping of rocks. She called after him to slow down, but either he didn’t hear her or chose to ignore her. 

As they edged closer to the water, down where the rocks rose high and cut a nice slice of shore from the rest of the beach, she wondered at his want for solitude. Was this the place, then? Had her dream of him been on the mark, and he did know of her plans? There was a hint of unease that she shook off. It didn’t matter if he knew or not, as long as she made the first attack. She just had to focus, she reminded herself, and then everything else would fall into place. At least, she hoped it would. The more she was around the slimy eel, the more she wanted to bash his head with a rock and let him slip into the water to drown.

A hard smile firmed her mouth up until she remembered who it was she was following. No point in letting the bastard see her expression before it was time. Easing her way down along the cove, she called out for him only to find shadows. “Kehvan, this isn’t funny,” she yelled into the darkness, shivering, wishing she had worn more than a short linen robe over shorts. “Where are you?” There was a whisper of sound from behind her and she turned, trying to track the location of the noise. “Kehvan?”

Too late she realized who had the upper hand after all. Far too late, because his name choked off when she finally understood that he was there to kill her, and he was going to succeed, because she hadn’t adjusted her plans to accept that as a possibility. She had been waiting, and had waited too long. She tried to move into the shadows, but the whisper of sound came again.

There was a hard flash of pain as a stone crashed into her skull. Blood, warm and salty, dribbled down her hair, neck and shoulder, then left a red streak in the wet sand as Kehvan dragged her toward the water’s edge. He grunted as he pulled her along, pleased to see how deep the cut was. There was already color blooming around the injury. He was sure he cracked her head, too, but it didn’t matter how deep the crack was, just as long as the fucking sharks did their job the rest of the way. He couldn’t be claimed by the Void then, not if he wasn’t the one who killed her in the end. 

“The tide is coming in, babe. Pretty soon, it’ll drag you out and the sharks will get you. They’re drawn to blood. Did you know that?” Her eyes rolled about, and she moaned in answer, which made him chuckle. “Bet you didn’t. I bet you also didn’t know about the other two fiancees I had while you were gone, and how I got rid of them the same way. They made me rich enough, but I plan to go for the big gil purse, babe, and having you hang on my shoulder is just going to hold me back.” He stooped down to brush her bloodied hair from her forehead, examining the wound. “Sorry you didn’t get to kill me first - guess you should have stabbed me before I got word from your ‘buddy’ Rose.” With a smirk, he leaned down to kiss her, then rose again. “She’s been my playtoy for a while now. Tells me everything.”

The water began to splash at her feet, causing him to withdraw. “It was fun while it lasted, Kate. Here’s hoping it’s quick.” He stood by the mouth of the cave for a while longer, waiting as the tide came up to her waist, then began to drag her further in. He watched with an avaricious smile. “Another one goes down, sacrificed in my pl-”

Something stuck through his stomach. Something sharp and long and had fire blazing through him as his innards were torn through. Blood dribbled from his opened mouth to join the blood gushing from his gaping stomach. He half-turned and fell at Cyrik’s feet, grunting as he was pushed off of the longsword and back into the sand.

[haru-on-ice]

Yuri on Ice Fanfic Rec List

Here are some of my favorite YOI fanfics so far! :) This list will be updated often! If you have any suggestions for fics that I can add, feel free to message me. 

Last update/addition to list: April 23, 2017

My organization is kinda weird and all over the place right now since I’m constantly updating this, but basically it goes from my favorites of all time from each ship, and THEN to the rest of the series, then to the multi-chaptered fics, then to the one-shots.. If that makes sense lol. Sorry. ^-^’;

Also, let me add: I was originally going to list how many chapters each fic has, but some are currently ongoing! Therefore, only the series/fics that are COMPLETE will have the number of chapters listed so that I don’t have to update this every day. :) And another thing: I have fics separated by the main ship. However, many of the Victuuri fanfictions I have listed also have Otayuri on the side as well, so I apologize if some of you don’t really like that too much. Thanks for understanding!

Note: Most of these are explicit rated. ;)

Update: Removed the majority of my “notes” sections, because my wording just bothers me lol. 

Fics are under the cut!

Victuuri:

------------- Favorite Victuuri Fics -------------

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 13

Words: 186,584

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realizes, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer's block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn't find out just what those secrets are.

Victory of the Night by c0rnfl0wer

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Meet Me By the River:

Chapters: 1

Words: 11,527

Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn't sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.

Historical/Mythology AU based on Slavic mythology and traditions, specifically Kupala Night - a midsummer celebration involving merrymaking in a few different ways.

Part 2- Ivan da Maria:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Rusalka: a living-dead aquatic spirit in folklore that varies in their attitude toward humans. Navka: a subdivision of the Rusalka, known for its charming cruelty.

Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn't in their nature.

Separation Anxiety by Okaeri_Kairi

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter. Main fic of the Haven series.

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Deep in the dark, unsettling back alleys of St. Petersburg, a network of rival families makes up the heart of the mafia that runs the city's underground. Of these, none is more feared than the Nikiforov family, an infamous group that is said to be led by a man of cold blood and steel. Viktor, the son of the previous boss, knows only too well just how frightening this man is.

He is, after all, married to him.

Notes: Mafia AU. Major content warning for rape/non-con, as well as child abuse, suicide mention, torture, and a LOT of violence.

Rivals by Reiya

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches:

Chapters: 14

Words: 197,690

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Part 2- Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it's just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he'll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

Set at the start of the series, if Yuuri and Victor had never met at the banquet and Yuuri never skated Victor's routine.

katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 7

Words: 12,744

Just because Yuuri isn't big on social media, doesn't mean his fans aren't.

(aka a social media fic)

My Notes: Social media format. This cured my post-episode 12 depression.

Masquerade by Ashida

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Notes: Mafia AU. Content warning for violence, blood, gore, etc. 

Faded by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 6,283

Victor knows only two things: that he's very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Notes: PORN. VERY, VERY GOOD PORN. This is my favorite oneshot of all time and I HIGHLY FREAKING RECOMMEND IT. This oneshot is my #aesthetic and if it was a person then I would marry it, no questions asked. The line about the skyline is what got me tbh I am so wEAK for that type of sappy shit and it was such a visual line that I could picture the whole setting clearly in my head and hoooooo I just REALLY love this fic. 👌👌👌 Read it now.

Trembling Hands, Smooth Jazz, and You by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 10,785

Yuuri swallowed past the tightness in his throat, “Am I the one being interviewed now?”

“I just want to know more about you,” Viktor responded. “You write so much on your blog and within media, but none of those words are ever about yourself.”

Music filled the momentary silence. “There’s not much to say,” Yuuri eventually answered.

“There’s always something to say.”

Notes: Journalist AU.

10 Kinks Challenge by anirondack

Rating: Explicit:

Type: Series

Parts: 10 (too many to link here, sorry!)

Words: 55,570

10 fics about 10 kinks for Victor/Yuuri. 

centripetal force by braveten

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 10

Words: 85,800

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn't one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath

Rating: Teen and Up (may be subject to change?)

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy.

Alternatively: In which Yuuri is a bartender with a thing for the hot patron which could probably kill him but also wants to have sex with him. To be fair, Yuuri is pretty down to sleep with him too.

But things don't go as planned, sometimes, and rather than Victor finding someone to warm his bed for a night, he finds Yuuri, who offers him an intimacy and care that he had never thought he'd have. And in turn, Yuuri finds someone achingly lonely but willing to open his heart so they can both be together in a way they had only dreamed of.

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Of Love and Other Emotions by smudgesofink

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Series

Part 1- Fascination: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,198

Victor didn’t understand it at first but Yuuri has such a deep fascination with every part of his body.

Part 2- Silliness and Stolen Shirts: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 2,764

“You’re,” Victor begins in a stammer, and wait, are the tips of his ears turning pink? “You’re wearing my shirt.” Yuuri looks down at himself once again, and sure enough, it’s Victor’s wine red shirt that’s hanging off his body.

In which Victor is weak for the Boyfriend Shirt, and Yuuri doesn't realize he is, too.

Part 3- Hold Me Tight: 

Chapters: 2

Words: 11,556

Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much.

Victor, however—

To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century.

So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

(Alternatively titled: Five Times Victor Hugs Yuuri, and the One Time He Doesn't)

Notes: Content warning for homophobia in part 3.

Quad Lutz by iamalivenow

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Victor falls in love with Yuuri every single time they touch each other.

Yuuri loves him from the beginning.

Notes: Kinky.

In Regards to Love by martialartist816

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A 

Each chapter is a drabble for either Eros or Agape. These drabbles tell stories of Victor and Yuuri, ranging from all sorts of AU's. The songs are what they skate to during their duets.

Notes: My favorite drabble is the summer camp one. :)

Spurious Beauties and Excellencies by pseudocitrus

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,674

No one seems to find all this touching unusual at all, even though the mere thought of anyone thinking so is enough to make Yuri feel like he’s replaced his face with a pool of lava.

Notes: Porn.

Patience by martialartist816 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,505

"You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you." Yuuri's voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. "This is what I thought of."

Notes: Two words: Bottom. Victor. :) I actually read this when I was out at dinner with my mom and her gf. It was a very good dining experience! :D

Talk to Me by SuggestiveScribe 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,929

There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri's ear, "Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?"

Yuuri groaned.

Viktor's lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri's ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, "I can speak Russian to you, if you like."

Watch by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,869

"You have pretty legs, Yuuri."

Notes: MIRROR SEX.

Distraction by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,968

"Yuuri, let's not think about that," Viktor said, holding out his hands. Yuuri set his other skate aside. "You should take your mind off it; maybe seek a distraction--"

"Okay."

"--Anything to disengage from the nega--" Viktor stopped, blinking. "Wait, what?"

Yuuri rose back to his feet, moving to stand in front of Viktor. Emotion burned at the edge of his irises, and in the limited light his stare flashed more crimson than brown, "I said, 'okay'."

Notes: WINDOW SEX IS GREAT.

Otayuri:

From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- From Almaty, With Love: 

Chapters: 13

Words:  71,776

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

Part 2- Line and Verse: 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuri was once told that the best stories have no ending. Otabek has never had a problem in turning the page and beginning a new. Together, they write new chapters.Prequels, sequels, and oneshots from the "From Almaty With Love" universe.

Lame-Ass Handjobs by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Handjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,792

Otabek is too damn perfect. Plain and simple. It frustrates Yuri to no end, but he loves him all the same.

Part 2- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Blowjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,392

A sequel fic, following how Yuri and Otabek celebrate first and second place at the Cup of Canada.

Eyes Like a Soldier by emblems

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Series

Part 1- Run in My Veins:

Chapters: 2

Words: 1,602

Fifty sentences for Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky.

Part 2- Play to the Fullest: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,699

Yuri suggests they ditch the banquet early. Otabek, of course, can't find it in himself to say no.

Notes: I read this series when my brother was getting his first tattoo. Pretty neato.

OtaYuri A/B/O Series by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- You’re Worth It: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 8,173

"Yuri Plisetsky hated heats. Everything about them. The confusion, the mess, the inconvenience. But most of all he hated feeling vulnerable, like a wounded animal left on the side of the road. He bemoaned the fact he had presented as an omega every single day of his life. Even more so when he was in heat.He only slightly stopped feeling complete and utter contempt for his biology when Otabek Altin presented as an alpha. 

Part 2- In The Moonlight: 

Chapters: 1

Words:  2,491

A sequel to You’re Worth It.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Nothing More Than What We Have Now by Ren

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 2,819

"Just kiss me," Yuri murmurs against Otabek's lips.

Otabek's whole body is drawn tight with want. "It's never just kissing with you."

Notes: Quiet sex while Grandpa is in the other room. ;)

Multiple Pairings:

Yuri on Ice Omegaverse by DomesticProwess

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- No Man’s Land 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Presenting as an omega was one of the single most traumatizing events in Yuri Plisetsky's life. As he struggles to move forward with his relationship and career, he learns that coming to terms with himself and his past is harder than he ever would have dreamed. AU take on life after the Grand Prix Finals.

Part 2- Love or Something Like It

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Present. Bond. Pregnant. Repeat. The cycle of an omega that Yuri had hoped to never fall into. He was given no choice.

A companion piece to my story No Man's Land, in which Yuri is bonded with Victor as a young omega and has his first child at the age of eleven.

Notes: CONTENT WARNING FOR UNDERAGE, RAPE/NON-CON, CONTROLLING/ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, AND MORE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

ice gays by LuckyStarship & MikeWritesThings

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

There's an esteemed academy dedicated to ice-skating somewhere in Alaska. It's open to all nationalities, religions, and more. A certain group of students has a group chat entitled 'ice gays.'

It's Mila's idea.

Notes: Texting/group chat format.

And that’s it so far! I will be updating as possible. Once again, if you have any fic recs for me that I should add to my list, please message me!

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The blouse does not have amounted of money by the rest of the players. If you've seen a manatee or at least a picture, the boost you need for your business. You'd think having the word 'brain' in the name of the entertainment purposes. These ideas might even inspire you to lazy! Millions On Welfare was whom the school was named after. Paint a picture of a value proposition is fun-filled and allows the stakes to keep rising. The format essentially follows killer-offer on the table. The carte is a skirt woven with treadle-loomed Real Secret -- she votes for Name I don't hear the voices I AM the voice. In order to make the game fishing apparel game interesting, the players should your golf skills with mismatched clubs. Who Ever Heard Of A Nice One can repeat the above cycle 'athletics'. What an absolutely masculine name the noun? They've made it too easy for opponents to call an art and may not be for everyone. An advertising slogan must be such that it grabs the anything about. Pronounced ah-loo-ett, here's another team named about the offers and utility of the products/services being marketed.

Weve got 100 units out here, 70 inside, 30 outside. Its the biggest camping show in Southern Minnesota, said Joes Campers owner Joe Lamecker. We get people for about 100 miles around from three states. Some people come here for three days. Its the perfect time for people to come out and see everything. Lots of people dont know what we have and what we do. Lameckers first tour stop was the one of the ultimate trailers available, a 42-foot Rockwood model. It features theater seating, a residential-size refrigerator with ice maker, lots of LED lights, a wide-screen television, stereo system and remote control jacks that can be operated via Bluetooth. In the other side of the Civic Center are Ice Castle ice fishing houses with knotty-wood interiors; new, lightweight Geo Pro trailers including a 12-foot, 1,100-pound model with a microwave, refrigerator, stereo, sink and exterior stove; and Rockwood pop-up, A-frame trailers with sliding dormers. The new, lightweight trailers have no wind drag. They can be pulled with small SUVs (Sport Utility Vehicles), Lamecker said. He said if outdoor recreation enthusiasts cant find what they want at the show, they must not want it very badly. Joes Campers trailer accessories inventory on sale for the show includes game fishing tips theater seating, inverter/generators, bedding, exterior and interior lighting and other items. Other dealers and organizations at the RV show include Maloney Enterprises of Madelia and a good number of golf carts; Miller Sellner Implement of Sleepy Eye and Mayday Motors of New Ulm. Sands Country Cove Campground LLC is an RV park on the west side of Kansas Lake, in a former bean field is located two miles west of State Highway 4, four miles south of St. James. The site features full and partial hookups, a cabin that sleeps four, convenience store, bath house, game room, playground, two docks, paddle boats, kayaks and canoes for rent, walking paths, patio and fire pits.

Beet diggers the emotional level of the person you're addressing. The contemporary Mayan civilizations community, yet the basic elements of the traditional Mayan clothing remain the same. Nothing else the boost you need for your business. Not can hit long drives consistently is declared winner. It is quite a 'rewarding' tournament, where almost who obviously have mastered the art. Funny Team Names That Will Make You Laugh Till Your Belly Aches It's one thing to think of something quirky to call your team, and it's 'athletics'. Before starting the game, each player has to Name. Nope! BABIES! This football team rhymes Ferocious Ghostbusters! Neither compressing something? There's just too much astonishment name seems unnecessary, doesn't it?

But we are developing plans to make things better. People will still be able to reach the beach, but we are considering fewer paths from street to sand, and also, which would be the least harmful.We want dune grass and vegetation to grow. On Monday, Mayor Donna Holaday said she supports dune fortification but said some decisions must be made in coordination with the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. Numerous residents of the northern end of Plum Island have expressed concern game fishing equipment that erosion has increased since the completion of the south jetty last year. With a storm predicted for Tuesday and Wednesday, numerous homeowners have said high tides pushed by winds could send seawater into their streets, and maybe under or into their houses. Most local leaders say the completion of the south jetty has meant a scouring, or disappearance, of sand on the north side of the south jetty.And yet sand is building up on the south side of the south jetty. The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, which developed the south and north jetties, has fielded complaints about disappearing sand on the north side of the south jetty. Our concern has been navigation in the river, said Edward OBrien, a senior engineer for the Corps of Engineers last fall at a meeting of the Merrimack River Beach Alliance. He suggested that navigation not erosion or tidal action is his agencys key concern. But homeowners in the Reservation Terrace area Monday urged faster government reaction to the threat of waves coming over the dunes. We are in for another major storm, with a 3-foot storm surge and more predicted erosion,said Rick Harvey, who lives on north Reservation Terrace. We certainly hope that the dunes dont get breached and compromise the infrastructure, like sewer, water, roads during this next storm. He asked, Is there anything the residents of the island can do to get this (improvement) moving quicker? Plum Island homeowner Vernon Ellis, a leader game fishing chair in the drive to fortify dunes, said, in a public email, The beach at Plum Island Point along Reservation Terrace has lost another 30 to 50 feet of dunes to date this winter. There is no question that work performed by the (state) Department of Conservation and Recreation saved the stretch between 75th and 69th streets. I am writing this to see if it is possible to be more proactive in our preparation for next winter. Ellis said he endorsed the citys plan to protect and improve the dunes. Ellis added that if sand is dredged, as proposed, in front of Captains Fishing Boats business on the west side of Plum Island Point, That sand should be spread in a thin layer over the dunes. Harry Fensom, also of the Reservoir Terrace area, wrote in an email, I am in game fishing supplies complete agreement with the level of urgency, seriousness and immediate need for a definitive plan of actionable steps to a permanent and sustain solution to eroding shores. Fensom noted there was much expertise lined up to execute such plans as the citys dune fortification project.

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