#sailorxlighthouse keeper

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here’s the lesbian mariadeline fan fic

Sailor!Maria, Lighthousekeeper!Adeline, non-cannon character necessary for the plot, Yuri fluff (tho it was set up to end in angst I cut it out and you can probably see where, it has little to no angst in it), mentions of blood and death, way too long.

my first ever fanfiction so I’m sorry if it sucks. How to write good fanfics no borax no glue

In a towering lighthouse on the edge of a jagged cliff, overlooking a quiet English fishing harbor, stood a Younge woman. Her rough hands moved auburn hair behind her ear as the ocean gale began to pick up. Dark eyes watched as the sea rolled in a blanket of dingy storm clouds. The woman’s father stood behind her as he worked away at the lamp. The first strike of lightning made its purchase in the distant waves, the thunder taking its time to reach the ears of the lighthouse keepers. “This one will be worse than the others this season.” Spoke the woman to her father. The father, a man named Atlas who was nearing 50, raised his head from behind the huge lantern. He squinted his wind burnt face to gaze upon the brewing storm. “Expect shipwrecks. Expect casualties.” Spoke him simply. And with that, he returned his worn hands to his work. “Aye” she replied just as simply. The night brought rain-wrapped winds and an unforgiving tide. The woman stood her ground atop the lighthouse with a telescope in hand. Monstrous waves crashed against the rocks below and drenched the poor girl. “Adeline! Come inside, lest the waves take you with them.” Beckoned the father. She only responded by a wave of her hand as she leaned further over the railing with the spyglass to her eye. It did not take very long for her father’s callused hand to grab hold of her blouse and yank her away from the railing. Adeline gave a grunt before pointing towards the churning sea, “A ship!” she yelled, “A ship in the distance!”

Atlas grunted before snatching the telescope out of his daughter’s hand. “Aye, and what of it! No use nearly falling to your death over a ship that is already doomed. You’ll join those poor sailors if you continue being a fool.” he said. A strike of lightning crashed near the base of the cliff. Adeline let out scream of surprise before grabbing her father’s arm and dragging him inside the windowed safety of the light house. Atlas hauled the huge glass door shut and let out a huff. He gave his attention to the still unlit spotlight. “Get downstairs and fetch me the matches. Best be fast lest we’re found responsible for the downfall of that ship.” He said sternly to his daughter. Adeline nodded and sprinted her way to the lower floors with a candle in hand. The flickers of candlelight illuminated the spiral stairs as thunder came nearer. Once Adeline had gotten to the bottom of the lighthouse, the thunder shook the very foundation of the tower. She stumbled about towards the table in search of matches. Before she could get her hands on the box, though, a crash shook the ground beneath her feet so violently that she was knocked onto the floor. Her candle stick fell to the ground with her and went out upon impact. After a few moments, Adeline sat up from her fall and found herself in a pitch-black room. The only thing that let her see anything was the lightning strikes that flashed from the window. She finally gathered herself and grabbed the matchbox from the table. She scrambled up the staircase like her life depended on it. Once she had made her way to the lantern room she tossed the matches to Atlas, even though he had his back turned to her. He swerved around and gave her an unamused look.

“Did you hear that thunder crash?” she yelled at him over the roaring waves, “It knocked me to the floor!” “That was no lighting, that was a ship.” Said her father. Adeline’s heart sunk and she stepped her way over to the side of the light house. She peeked through the glass and squinted through the pounding rain to lay her eyes on a ship, jagged and broken against the rocks. The sight was a horror, bodies littered against the knife- like rocks. Some impaled, some drowning. Thunder struck the lighthouse again as Adeline looked towards her father in horror. “Aren’t we to help them? They will all be dead by nights end if we don’t!” shouted Adeline over the constant barrage of rain against glass. “If you wish to die like your mother did, so be it! Go ahead and drown yourself along with them!” her father yelled at her as he struck a match. Sparks lit the disheveled man’s face as he lifted the match into the lamp of the light house. “Mind your eyes, wretch!” he said with some smile, a mixture of wonder and morbid happiness as the light house’s lens immitted a blinding beacon visible for miles. Adeline ducked into the stairwell and waited for her father to finish his work. A long night was bore as a leaking roof and shortage of lamp oil were all problems having to be endured through one of the worst storms of the year. Deep into the night, atlas found himself struck with some sickness of the gut and could only sit on the light house floor, vomiting into a bucket. Adeline was left to care for her father and tend to the lamp on her lonesome.

3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 As the night weaned from the sky, so did the storm. Atlas slept through the morning, and once Adeline found the sky clear enough to put out the flame, she made her way down the spiral and stepped out of the lighthouse. Light rain fell against her round face once she pressed bare feet against damp sand. The sea breeze was pleasant, but also brought a dank smell of mildew and death. She paced herself with reluctancy. Rounding the jagged rock, Adeline finally laid her eyes on the gnarled ship from the night prior. It sat sideways, mangled and lifeless like a beached whale. Its sails draped over the small cliff like sheets of cobwebs against some ancient crypt. Splintered oak shot out from the shore, pointed, and stained with the blood of its unfortunate crew. Seagulls had made quick work of having a meal of the cadavers. It was a gruesome sight, but one that Adeline had seen many times before. Adeline made careful motions as she lifted herself into the keel of the ship through a jag opening. She felt soft cloth beneath her feet and moved away from the entrance to let the sunrises rays in. The inside of the ship was covered in beautiful silks of every shade, more vibrant than Adeline had ever seen. She continued her steady pace further into the belly of the ship, taking in the spectacle. The more she ventured, the more the girl was astonished by the precious cargo. Silks, jewelry, and crates of spices all spilled onto the floor, making a mess of such valuable things. She kept her hands to her sides, despite how much she wanted to take something to add to her collection of treasures. It was immoral and sometimes illegal to raid shipwrecks, especially with things of

this much value. She knew the people who were to be receiving the cargo would catch news of the wreck and make hast to come and collect what is salvageable. Despite knowing all of this, Adeline stopped in her tracks when she laid her eyes on pendent that stuck out beneath a long sheet of red-stained silk. The pendent was a polished emerald, round in shape. The precious gem was secured in a golden hold that hung from a chain of silver. Adeline saw her reflection in the emerald and could not help but kneel to get a closer look. She lifted a hand and took it with utmost gentleness, but when she pulled, it gave resistance. She scrunched her brow in confusion and gave a gentle yank at the chain again, to no avail. She took the red silk in her hand and lifted it to look. To Adeline's shock and horror, beneath the stained cloth was a body. She dropped the silk and found her hand stained with the red. It took no thought to realize the silk was not dyed but soaked in the body's blood. She looked wide eyed at the silhouette that laid before her. It was a goliath of a woman, much taller than even Adeline's father. The woman had straight hair, white as seafoam and tied with a black ribbon. She bore the clothes of a sailor. A white tunic now stained red, and brown trousers. She was so very pale. Pale enough that Adeline was sure she was dead. She leaned to get a closer look at the woman's face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted. Adeline was taken aback when she noticed that the woman's chest was slowly rising and falling. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4

Adeline swung the door open and dragged the huge woman into the light house. "Atlas!" She cried up the stair well, "Atlas! Come quick!" Her father made haste down the stairs to meet his daughter holding an unconscious Amazonian of a woman, pale as snow and tracking a trail of messy blood behind her. His face was a mix of anger and confusion that complimented his sickly visage. "What is the meaning of this, girl!" he yelled at her with a raspy voice. He bounded down the stairs to meet his daughter's anxious eyes. "Where did you get that! You've doomed us! Take it back outside, the dead spread disease!" Atlas yelled and grabbed Adeline's arm. She shook him off and held the unconscious woman in her arms defensively, "She's alive! She breaths! I found her in the ship, she will die soon!" Shouted Adeline. Atlas put his hands on his head and gave a pained groan. He looked at his daughters pleading face. "Damned daughter of mine." He grumbled beneath his breath. Atlas grabbed the bleeding woman by the legs and helped carry her up the stairs to Adeline's room. They laid the woman on the bed. Adeline hastily tended to her wounds as Atlases face was sour with disappointment and disgust. "No wonder the bloody ship sunk, women on board's bad luck. The bastard captain should have known better." Croaked Atlas. "If she were bad luck why does her heart still beat?" Spoke Adeline in a reserved tone. "She won't for long! Look at how pale she is. She'll be dead by tomorrow." Retorted

Atlas. With that, he stood and left his daughter to tend to the survivor. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 Many days went by, Adeline spent them without leaving her room once. She had sat by her bed, watching the woman like a hawk. The mystery woman had rarely stirred, only a few movements of the head and hands. It was enough though. On the fourth day of the woman's arrival, Adeline was still sitting by her side. She had spent many nights sleepless and now found herself nodding off. She rested her head against the side of her bed as she sat on the splintered floor and rested her eyes. After a good while of sleep, Adeline awoke to the sound of cloth rustling. She lifted her head to look around and found the woman beginning to stir. Adeline jumped to her feet and looked over her guest. The woman made a small grunt and some facial expression of discomfort. Adeline frowned and pressed her hand gently against the woman's forehead to feel her temperature. Her face was much warmer than before. As Adeline felt, the woman raised her own hand to touch Adeline's. Her uncomfortable expression softened before her eyes slowly opened. Adeline stared wide eyed at the woman, and for the first time, she stared back just as

surprised. Adeline first noticed the woman's peculiar eye color. She had irises of pure crimson like nothing she had seen before. Her first thoughts should have been Demon or Possessed, but instead, it was Beautiful. "H-hello?" Adeline asked softly. The woman blinked a few times, then squinted up at her caretaker. "Have I died…" The woman asked softly. Her voice was soft and warm with a tinge of a Slavic accent. "Oh! Heavens no!" Adeline whispered with a concerned smile, "You are alive as ever." The woman stared at Adeline for a moment before attempting to sit up. She took her own hand off Adeline's and brought it to the wound on her stomach, letting out a pained groan. "No, no! Please lay back down!" Adeline cried and led the woman back to lay. "Where… where is my crew?" said the woman while breathing heavily. "You were the only survivor…" murmured Adeline. The woman frowned, but she did not cry. She glanced to Adeline. "Did you find me?" asked the woman gently. Adeline nodded with a smile. The woman took her Adeline's hand again and pressed it to her own heart. "What do I owe you? What is your name, Saint." The woman spoke sternly. Adeline raised her eyebrows and shook her head in surprise, “I am not to be owed anything, good lady! My name is Adeline, I am no saint." "Adeline…" echoed the woman. She raised Adeline's hand to her lips and gently kissed it. "My name is Maria."

Adeline could not help but blush. She had rarely been treated like this, and the only times that she was it was by the loud boys in the harbor town. A woman had never done this. "Well… Maria is a lovely name for a lovely Sailor." Adeline managed to speak through her embarrassment. "Are you hungry, do you need water?" Maria smiled, "Water would be wonderful." Adeline nodded. "I will be right back" she promised. Adeline left the room for the first time in days and returned with a glass of water in hand. When she opened the door to her room, though, she was met with the sight of Maria up on her feet. She was taking shaky steps towards Adeline with a smile with a hand on the wall for support. Adeline gasped. "What are you doing! Lay back down!" she shouted. Maria simply replied by taking the glass of water from Adeline. "Thank you" Maria said sternly. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 Adeline spent the rest of that day with Maria as she regained the strength to walk. By sundown, Adeline was leading maria down the staircase. "Our light house is not very far from the harbor. At the rate you are recovering, maybe we could go into town and buy you new clothes tomorrow." Adeline suggested. Once the two women were finally at the bottom of the stairs, Adeline let maria walk

herself into the kitchen without aid. Maria stumbled a tad and grabbed a chair for support. Adeline put her hand on Marias back with concern, but Maria looked at her with a small smile and laughed. Adeline laughed as well. As they giggled, the front door began to rattle. It swung open and let in a breeze of cold air. There, in the doorway, stood atlas with a pipe in his mouth. He looked up from the toils of rope he held in his hands and locked eyes with his daughter. Then, he met the crimson eyes of Maria. The pipe fell out of his mouth and onto the floor, a spray of tobacco and ash littering the wooden planks. He pointed at maria with a face of pure horror, but maria stared at him with a deadpan face. "She awoke this morning," Adeline smiled, "Isn't it a miracle?" "Siren!" Atlas shrieked, "Putrid Sea witch! Look at her eyes, stupid girl!" Adeline frowned; Maria's expression did not change. "What do you mean? You don't really believe that…" said Adeline sheepishly. "Look at her damned eyes! That's not…”, Atlas took a breath, "That's not normal! Demon, I tell you!" Adeline stared at her father in shock and then looked at Maria. Marias expression was near impossible to read. "Well.." she simply spoke, "If you wish to believe me as a siren, than believe me as a hospitable siren.” And with that, she turned and went to walk back up the stairs. She struggled but made good haste, leaving atlas alone with his daughter. Adeline stared at her father with disgust.

"What has come over you! She is our guest!" she protested. "That bloody woman is taller than any man I've ever met, paler than any sickly child I've seen, and has eyes red as blood! You dare act like I spoke irrationally?" he shouted. "That woman is as human as I. You saw her bleed, and a shipwreck brought her nearly to heavens gate. How dare you insist she is anything short of man! And even say it to her face. Shouted it, even!" She cried. "You've brought a demon into our home! What happens next is your fault! Don't let that wretch near me. The great ones sent her to haunt me of your mother’s death!" Atlas shrieked with his hands over his face. Adeline bore a face of utter discontent and sprinted her way up the stairs without another word. She stopped at the door of her room and knocked gently. "Maria…?" she spoke gently, "are you alright?" The door opened gently and maria gazed down at Adeline with a rather emotionless expression. "I do not suppose your father is very fond of me." Maria said very flatly. Adeline frowned and shook her head, "I'm so sorry about all of that. I don't know what came Over him." "Do not fret, I've been given this treatment for some time." Maria said with a small grin. “Have you really…?" Adeline asked gently. Maria nodded. Adeline opened her arms to offer maria a hug. She was hesitant but awkwardly bent down to hug the woman. "Thank you." Replied Maria.

3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The next day brought cool morning air and a calm tide. Adeline had spent her rest in her cherry wood rocking chair instead of her own bed. Despite Marias retaliations, Adeline prevailed in having her guest sleep in a bed, even if it meant sacrificing her own. Adeline awoke gently to the sound of the oceans waves. She cracked an eye open to see Maria hauling herself out of bed. She took some struggle standing up, but once she did, she promptly hit her head against the ceiling. The poor lady was so frighteningly tall she could barely fit into room. Adeline suppressed a snicker to sustain the illusion of rest. Maria shifted her attention towards the “sleeping” host. Adeline shut her eyes tight as Maria knelt to her height. A good few minutes passed slowly and Adeline figured Maria had been much too quiet. She opened her eyes to see Maria merely inches away from her face. “Whatever are you doing?” inquired Adeline, her voice still dripping of sleep. “Making sure you are still alive” Answered Maria with a completely serious face. Adeline giggled, “I do not think I have heard you tell a joke yet.” “You still have not” Said maria flatly. “Oh…” Adeline blinked. She then rubbed the sleep from her eyes and shifted in her chair. “Well, I do suppose I should be taking you to get new clothes today, hm?” Maria looked down at her torn and blood-stained clothes and frowned. “Are you sure? I think my clothes are perfectly functional.” Maria said, still completely serious. Adeline looked Maria up and down. “I’m sure your real concern would be going out in that just to purchase new clothes.”

“Well, I’ve nothing else to wear. I’m positive your clothes would not fit me.” Maria retorted. “Hmm… I’ve got an idea,” said Adeline. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The two ladies made their way through the quiet harbor town with their arms intertwined. The shorter one wore a skirt without a petticoat, a blouse, and a furred cover up. The taller wore the latter’s father’s clothes, they were just a bit too small for her. The sight was nothing short of ridiculous, but it would have to do. “This is humiliating” whispered Maria to Adeline as the towns people stared bewildered from their quaint shops. “Its necessary, unless you prefer the bloodied tunic?” said Adeline with a smile. “I think I would.” Maria returned the smile. “Ah! There was your first joke!” Adeline beamed. “Afraid not.” Said maria flatly. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The two women spent a few hours in a boutique. Maria spent a good long while in the dressing room. She spent most of that time calculating prices in her head to combat the guilt she had of Adeline spending money on her. Finally, Maria immerged from the room in a linen shirt and pants set for cheap and a corduroy coat that went down to about her calves. Adeline had been sitting in a chair waiting for her. Once she laid her eyes on Maria,

she could not help but smile. "My! You look much better out of those clothes." Adeline said without thinking. "Oh?” Maria raised an eyebrow, "Do I now?" Adeline covered her mouth in utter embarrassment. “Oh! Oh, heavens no not like that!” Maria chuckled and patted the poor girl’s shoulder, “Do not fret, I know what you meant.” Adeline refused to look maria in the eyes. Maria took her chin to make her look her in the eye. “I assure you; I am in no way offended.” Maria said smoothly. Adeline stared without words for a moment. She soon cleared her throat. ‘W-well I… I assume I am to pay for these clothes now.” Adeline stuttered. Maria smiled, “I assume so.” 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 After the transaction was made, Maria and Adeline sat facing each other in a small restaurant on the bay. The food wasn't the best, especially the coffee, but the view of the ocean was nice. As Adeline sipped her mediocre brew, she looked out towards the barges sailing into the harbor. The grey sky was now beginning to clear itself and let the sunshine through onto the water. It glimmered like diamonds and reminded Adeline of the abandoned treasures piled within the shipwreck.

Adeline finally turned her head towards Maria, whom had been staring at her the whole time. Adeline raised her eyebrows, "Ah! Hello there." She giggled. Maria didn't answer but simply sipped her coffee. She sat it down with a face of mild disgust. "It tastes of shit, hm?" Adeline joked. Maria went a bit wide eyed, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" She said, mouth agape. "Mmh, well.." Adeline spoke as she swished her coffee around, "She isn't exactly alive any longer." "Oh… my condolences." Maria said in an apologetic tone.I did not mean to bring it up." "Do not worry! I've grown used to it. My father on the other hand, is still plagued by it.” Adeline said. "That makes sense. He surely acts like it" Maria cringed as she watched loose grounds pool at the top of her coffe. Adeline sighed and took both of their coffee cups and dumped it into the ocean, "I'm sorry about him. My mother passed away during a storm like the one that made you crash here. Ever since Atlas has just been a tad bit…" "Mad?" Maria finished Adeline's thought. "Yes… that's the word." Adeline said as she sat the coffee cups back down. "He's always believed in sirens and sea spirits of the like but since her death he's been much more paranoid of them. I assume once he saw you're eyes it triggered that paranoia."

"I see," Spoke Maria, "I assure you; I was born like this. But I cannot say your father is the first person to accuse me of something paranormal. The crew I sailed with nearly threw me off board a week in." Maria chuckled but Adeline stared horrified. “That’s horrible…” Adeline said. “Oh! Do not worry yourself. It’s something I’ve grown accustomed to.” Maria said with her forced smile painted across her pale face. Adeline rested her hand on Maria’s and looked inter her ruby eyes. “For what it’s worth, I’ve find you quite beautiful.” Spoke Adeline gently. Maria sunk into her shoulders and held onto Adeline’s hand. She stared with a look in her eyes like she had never been offered such kind words before. “Thank you, Adeline…” she whispered. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The two arrived back late and went straight to bed. The sleeping arraignment was the same as the night prior. Adeline slept soundly in her rocking chair like a child till well into the night. She did not stir until she felt the feeling of a hand gently shaking her. “Adeline! Adeline, wake up!” half-whispered Maria. “Mmgh,” Grunted Adeline, “What! What is the meaning of this.” She barely opened her weary eyes to look. “Up, up! I’ve something to show you.” Maria urged as she took Adeline’s arm and brought her to her feet.

“I am! Where are you taking me!” Adeline spoke with a hint of fear in her voice. “You’ll see, just trust me.” Maria insisted as she led Adeline down the stairs and through the door. The night air was cool and pleasant. The pair walked towards the rocky edge that lead to the sea. “Is it a beached whale?” Asked Adeline with a tinge of hope. “No, no of course not. Who in their right minds would get this excited over a dead whale…” Maria mumbled down to Adeline. “Me!” Adeline protested. “Well, it’s not a dead whale. I would not get up this late to go look at a whale.” Maria grumbled. They rounded the rocky cliff onto shore. “Than what is…it…” Adeline murmured in awe. She laid her eyes on the ocean now with her mouth agape. There, as the sea gently churned, the waves seemed to glow a magnificent blue. It was like nothing Adeline had ever seen before. “What is that… is it an ocean spirit? Is the sea enchanted?”, Adeline questioned Maria In disbelief. “I’m not sure what it is. But, if knowing takes the magic out of it, don’t you suppose it better to be ignorant?” Maria smiled down at Adeline. Adeline returned the smile and approached the water. She gently stuck one of her feet in. As her foot disturbed the water, It glowed an even more brilliant blue.

“My goodness…” muttered Adeline as she waded deeper into the shallow. She beckoned Maria to follow, and she obliged. Maria waded in and watched the water change all sorts of shades of teal. She kicked up a bit of water to watch the glow, but she unintentionally splashed the salty water onto Adeline. She did not get to utter an apology before a torrent of blue water was sent into her face. Adeline let out a giggle at Marias soggy state. Maria did not take this as a defeat, though, and Adeline soon found herself knocked onto her behind and into the water. Maria chuckled and knelt down to Adeline. “I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.” Said Maria as she tucked Adeline’s wet hair behind her ear. Adeline didn’t respond but gently put her hand over Maria’s. They both watched one another intently. Marias hand slid down to rest against Adeline Cheek and before either of them had known what had happened, soft lips were pressing against each other. The kiss did not last long, Maria was the one to pull away first. “Did… did you mean that?” She asked Adeline in disbelief. Adeline nodded fast and Maria opened her arms and wrapped Adeline in a tight embrace. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 Maria and Adeline spent the rest of their night on the shore in each other’s company. They spoke until the wee hours. Adeline spoke of her past and how being couped up in a lighthouse her whole life led to a lack of friends. Maria was really the first person she had felt

a connection with. Maria also felt Adeline was the first person to really know her, but for a much different reason. Maria talked about how the condition she was born with hindered anyone to be able to look past it. They spoke of joys and sorrows in each others arms until they hadn’t any energy to speak of anything else. Once the women noticed the sun peeking over the horizon, they figured it was well in good time to end their conversation and head back to the light house. Their spirits were high, and their hearts swelled with newfound love. But once they creaked the lighthouse door open, Atlas sat by the fire waiting for them.